Tempting Her Teacher

Chapter 2

“M egan, a word,” Ryan stated as their class ended, and she moved over to the corner giving him a grin the others thankfully couldn’t see. “You need to stop. Last night was bad enough but this is the final straw.”

“What is Mr. Meyers?” Megan asked with another grin. “I thought you’d like the present after last night.”

“Last night was a mistake; I should have never…”

“Oh, stop being such a prude about it, Mr. Meyers. You like my body, you want it, so just admit it. You liked the way I tasted and now you can see just how much you like the way I smell,” she stated giving him a wink before turning towards the door. “And if you’re wondering…they’re fresh,” she added sliding the edge of her pants down to reveal the bare skin beneath it.

He tried to concentrate on grading the tests, he had the last period of the day free and used it to catch up on grading papers, but his mind kept going back to the underwear in the tiny gift bag that appeared on his chair after lunch. He could tell they were used, there was a wet stain on them that spoke of her arousal, and he finally couldn’t stop himself any longer. He lifted them to his nose, inhaling her scent. His cock instantly hardened, and he wanted her more than anything. What was the use in pretending he didn’t? He wanted her and he was going to have her. Somehow, he’d manage to have her.

He turned his attention back to the tests and started grading the ones from the students around her. They’d gotten two separate tests, and he was pleased with the results as he turned to the test she and the rest of the class had taken. Most of them were normal, a few had done better than expected, but when he graded her test, his anger peaked. She’d missed nearly every question on it, and what was worse was the answers matched those of Janet who sat next to her perfectly.

“That little cheat,” he said balling his hand to stop from storming out to find her, demands answers immediately.

He thought back over the class and swore under his breath, realizing she’d been staring off as she took it, thinking about who knew what. She likely just copied off of the nearest and easiest person to get it filled out before the end of the period. Janet wrote her letters huge, to make no mistake over them and Megan could have seen them and hurriedly copied them not realizing that it was a different test.

He caught her before the games were to start and moved her into an empty room staring at her while she grinned. “What’s wrong Mr. Meyers? Don’t worry I have my bloomers on…nothing under them but they’re on,” she said with a teasing smile that made him so fucking hard it was almost impossible to breathe.

“You’re not going out there and cheering tonight Megan.”

“I’m not? Why?” she asked lifting a brow his way. “If you want to play with me that’s one thing but people might get suspicious if we’re both absent.”

“No, you’re not cheering tonight because you cheated and failed the test today.”

“No, I didn’t,” she lied trying to stop herself from admitting the truth.

“Yes, you did. There were two versions of the test Megan. Janet had a different one and surprisingly your answers matched hers perfectly. All it’ll take is one word and you’re off the team entirely.”

“But then you won’t get to see me cheer or ride the buses with me anymore. You won’t be able to watch me play with myself or show you my wet lips again…” she teased enjoying the way his eyes tightened and lit with hunger at her words. Finally she could see her interest in him was more than fully returned and she loved it.

“And you think that’s enough to let me forget you cheated?”

“Maybe…” she said with a shrug giving him a full grin as he breathed harder.

“Tell me, why did you cheat at all? You know this stuff Megan,” he added, his eyes softening a bit and god, she wasn’t expecting to see or enjoy true concern in his eyes as he asked the question. It was doing awful things to her. Things that touched something deep inside her she knew had to stay hidden. Getting him to fuck her was one thing. Getting him to want more than that she knew was impossible.

“I was distracted,” she said with a little shrug trying to ignore the panging inside her. “I was thinking about you and your fully aroused cock. You tasting me on my finger…”

“I see,” he said, his muscles rippling the tiniest bit at her words, pleasing her that she could get a rise out of him. “What do you propose we do about that then?”

“You could let me take the test over while I let you look all you want at my pussy,” she suggested with a grin as his throat tensed as he swallowed while she lifted the edge of her skirt, showing off the top of her thighs.

“There’s no punishment in that, you get what you want, but I get nothing but a fleeting little view?”

“What do you think we should do then?” she asked seeing the way his eyes traveled over her body. She was wet again and wanted him to show her what she was missing out on. Her nipples were tight buds in her bra, and they almost hurt with her arousal.

“I think…that if you want to take the test over you have to earn it,” he said unable to stop from reaching for her finally, making her wetter. He slid his hand under her skirt as she dropped it and cupped her pussy tightly in his hand.

“A completely private showing of all of it?” she asked as her body tingled at the tight grasp.

“And more,” he groaned feeling the little shiver that raced through her at his tight hold. It made his cock even harder, and he wanted to rip every piece of clothing off her and take her right here, in this empty room, where anyone could walk by and see. That, however, was pure madness. A surefire way to get him fired and likely arrested. “You want to be fucked, don’t you Megan? So I’ll give you everything you want. I’ll fuck you and let you take the test over while you’re taking my cock in this little pussy…but it’ll be my way.”

“Which is?” she asked gasping when he pushed her bloomers aside and forced a finger inside her tight little sheath.

“I take what I want. I take you however I want, and you simply say ‘yes, more sir’,” he stated curling his finger inside her, flicking it over her g-spot.

“I think I can live with that,” she said around her chewing gum.

“No more fucking gum. The only things in this mouth will be my fingers, my cock, my balls, my tongue, and my gag,” he stated reaching into her mouth to get rid of it. He grabbed her tongue and held it tightly adding, “Is that understood?”

She nodded her head, and he pulled on her tongue.

“What was that?”

“Yes, sir…more, sir,” she said around his hold, and he flicked her g-spot again before removing his hand from her body, leaving her as keyed up as he was.

“Lick it clean. Can’t smell like pussy out on the court,” he said, resting his finger on her tongue, groaning inwardly when she sucked and cleaned it perfectly. “That reminds me…you fuck any of my team and I will make sure you get a reputation is that clear? You and your pussy will belong to me for as long as I want it, as long as I decide it needs to be punished for being a failing cheater.”

“Yes sir,” she said with a grin.

“Good, I’ll let you know when your first round of punishment will start. For now I have a basketball game to coach, and you need to get my little ass out there and shake it,” he said smacking her butt cheek hard.

“Yes sir,” Megan stated before heading out to the gym to stretch. She was so wet that she had to stop in and get a new pair of bloomer and John stopped her in the hallway for a kiss. His hands slid lower on her body resting against her ass revolting her as she felt eyes on her.

She pushed away from John, having no desire to feel his touch on her there ever nor have him ever kiss her again, and headed out to the gym for the game.

It wasn’t very interesting, and she barely paid attention to it, wondering what exactly Mr. Meyers had planned for them. Her nipples hardened every time she thought about his hands on her pussy, and she was thankful that she wore a padded push-up bra so no one could tell.

A scream slipped from her throat as she froze in surprise, unable to move out of the way as a player from the other team trampled her out of her daydream. He knocked her down and she felt his hand slide across her thigh as he smiled at her.

“Get off me,” she said, pushing at his chest as he continued to lay on top of her, letting his lower half graze against her further making her nearly vomit at the repulsive touch.

“Another time babe,” he said with a wink, and she shook her head brushing her outfit off while assuring the others on the team she was fine.

After the game, she headed out with the group, prepared to go home and change before the party that was likely to be happening thanks to their win. She waved goodnight at the others wanting to take her own car and turned around hearing someone yell at her.

“Slut…stay away from my boyfriend,” some skanky girl wearing their rivals’ school logo said before a smoothie hit her.

“Freaking bitch,” she yelled wiping her face off as she looked down at herself. There was no way she was going to drive home wearing layers of banana and strawberry. She turned back towards the school and headed to the locker room. Thankfully, she had her clothes from that day in her bag because she needed to get the smoothie off the uniform before it stained. Her cheerleading coach would not be pleased for her white letters to be pink.

Her shoes were sticky, and she took them off along with her socks, tossing them into a plastic bag. She could always buy a new pair of shoes if they didn’t clean up easily. She moved over to the sink and mopped up the worst of the mess before looking at herself with a sigh when it didn’t really make a difference.

She unhooked her bra as she went to grab a towel, turning on the shower before grabbing her shower caddy from her locker and going to stand under the warm water. A sigh fell from her throat as she washed her face before turning to her hair and then her body. Her hands slid over her breasts then down between her legs, getting rid of all traces of sticky smoothie leaving behind just an ache.

That she could do something about. She was alone and no one would hear from inside the showers. It was the perfect place to give herself some relaxing pleasure.

***

Ryan assured the janitor that he was the last person there telling him he’d make sure the door was locked when he left and headed back towards the locker rooms. He’d seen Megan head towards the girls’, covered with the smoothie from the jealous girlfriend of the jerk who’d ran her over, and he couldn’t stop himself from taking advantage of the situation.

As he neared the locker rooms, he could tell the light was on still which gave him all the privacy needed to enjoy punishing and fucking her the way he desperately needed.

He’d grabbed his bag from the car earlier, wanting to look through it at his leisure and ensure there was a ball gag to stuff in her mouth whenever he finally got her alone, and now he had his opportunity. He took out a few things setting them up for easy retrieval before shedding his clothes, watching her pleasure herself while she cleaned up. The room was steamy, and he moved silently through it, grabbing her around the throat as he pushed her into the wall, enjoying her shriek and panic as she struggled against his hold.

“I told you I’d take you however I want,” he said against her ear. She stopped fighting the moment she heard his voice pleasing him, her body still trembling in fright which he didn’t mind. Hell, he enjoyed making his women tremble and Megan was the perfect fantasy come to life. “I’ve always liked a nice clean body ready for me to fuck. Wet and ready to be used, abused…and you need an extra dose of punishment for tonight, don’t you?”

“Mister…”

“No back talking Megan…it’s ‘yes sir’ remember? Or I take your test and your underwear to the principal tomorrow and tell him that you’ve been attempting to get me to overlook things by seducing me. That will you get kicked off the team and likely suspended from school, hindering your chances to graduate. So, are you going to take the punishment you deserve?”

“Yes sir,” Megan stated, as his hand slid down to cup her pussy, making her wetter than she had been even playing with herself.

“Good girl, now tell me what all you need punished for?” he stated rubbing his finger against the hood of her clit, still grasping her neck as he spread her legs further apart with his knees.

“Cheating on the test and failing it,” she answered leaning into his touch more.

“What else?” he asked rubbing harder pushing her towards a peak that had her shimmying against his fingers.

“I don’t know…”

“Wrong answer,” he stated as he stopped rubbing her and grasped her entire pussy tightly. “I told you that you were mine, didn’t I? So what else do you need to be punished for?”

“Kissing John?” she guessed, more excited than worried at the idea that he hated seeing her touch the guy than she should be.

“Good girl…and?”

“Letting that other player touch my thigh?” she said, and he released the pressure from her pussy.

“Yes, although that one I might let slide. After all it got you in here and we’re completely alone. The school’s locked from the outside. No one is going to hear us—or your screams.”

Her body shuddered at the mention of screams, and she recalled her absolute terror at being shoved into this very wall by him. The simple fact that it was him reduced it though and she tried to move against his hand still resting on her pussy.

“This is your last chance to go to the principal and tell him you cheated,” Ryan warned, smacking her pussy as she tried to get him to pleasure her. That was his choice of when, where, how much, and how often not hers now.

“When I start the punishment you simply have to take it…all of it, every single bit, every action,” he said turning her around to stare at her body. Her nipples were tightly budded, and he wanted to taste them, chew on them until he left his mark and no one else would want them—want her although he doubted that time would ever come. “I won’t go to the extreme, but I will make you sorry for cheating and failing my test, and when I give it to you again, every wrong answer will result in more punishment. Is that clear?” he asked tilting her face up as he held her by the neck again.

“Yes sir…” she said shaking slightly.

“Good girl…now first we need to get you clean. You were playing with yourself and that’s not allowed,” he said turning her back towards the wall, placing her hands against it. “Stay there…if you move you get more punishment rather than pleasure,” he warned moving to get the rubber wrist straps. He’d love to take her to his cabin, hoist her up on pulleys and open her completely with her completely tied up at his disposal. He’d do it…just not tonight. He had to have that tiny pussy clamping around his cock sooner than the time it’d take them to get there.

He moved back to her, pushing her arms together behind her back and slid the wrist straps onto her, amazed at just how tiny they were. He’d never fucked a girl this small. His sexual partners were typically older, more attuned and enriched in the lifestyle he chose, but he couldn’t help but want her. He wrapped her arms up to her elbows to keep them together then turned her back around, bringing her forward until the water hit her back, and smiled seeing her chest pushed forward open for his every desire.

“Still want that punishment Megan?” he asked as she was able to finally see all of him. His cock was standing at attention, and he knew it was large, wide and long, and he wouldn’t be surprised if it split her tiny little pussy in two as he took it.