EroticReverie

Chloe

The next day, I do exactly as I was told, because I liked Mack Walters telling me what to do. I liked him doing bad things to me, and making me do bad things for him even when he wasn't around. 

I wore a spaghetti strap dress. It was simple, a blue color with a small white floral pattern all over. The top was tight, and pressed my c cup breasts nicely to my chest, making them appear even fuller. Only a tiny bit of my cleavage shown, and I had a denim cropped jacket along with it, and some plain flat shoes. 

First period I did exactly as Mack told me to. From the second row, during economics, while taking our test, I spread my legs slowly as I stared at my paper, casually, carefully, I pulled the hem of the dress upward, letting it creep along my skin, over my thighs, high enough to where it was mid thigh. I shifted slightly in my seat and moved my one leg further to the side. 

I could feel the air against my pantyless cunt. It felt so good. So good to be this bad. My cunt was already wet from anticipating being bad for Mack. I couldnt wait to go to him today, to tell him what I'd done for him. 

My eyes flick up as I shew on the end of my pen. I catch Mr. Bishop our economics teacher right where I want him to me. With his eyes between my legs. I chew the cap of my pen. My eyes staying on his face, as his eyes look down, then back up, down, then back up , and then, finally to my face. His eyes widen and he looks down at his paper. 

My gaze goes to his wedding bang on his ring finger. I look then to his face, and the way he lifts his hand and runs his finger along the collar of his shirt and  I grin to myself. His eyes look back up and I just smile, with the pen cap pinched between my teeth and with my other hand I hike my dress even higher. 

He looks away. 

But then, he looks back. They always do. 

Mr. Bishop was older. But he was good looking too. Conventionally attractive men didn't do it for me though.  What was attractive to me, was Mack. I loved his balding hair, I loved his out of shape body and hard beer belly. I loved his scratchy mustache and his chest hair. I loved his old sagging balls and the way they slapped against my entire cunt when he fucked me from behind. I loved that he has been married to his old wife for over thirty years, but buries himself in my much younger pussy everyday. 

The bell rings and I don't move from my seat as the students around me, get up and hand in their test. I just chew my pen , watching Mr. Bishop, all red face and flustered try to avoid my gaze as the last students file out of his class.

"Are you..-" he clears his throats. "Are you done with your test?" he asks and I shrug. 

"It's really..really hard" I say. Even though I'm completely done with my test. 

"so hard." I say as he swallows and I spread my legs shamelessly. As wide as they can go and I pull up my dress higher, my cunt as exposed as it can get and I slip my hand between my legs and touch myself. 

My nipples harden in my top, knowing Mr. Bishop wants me right now. Knowing that he's drooling over my young pussy, and not telling me to stop. 

"Close the door Mr. Bishop." I say with a little moan. "And close the blinds." 

A heavy breath comes from him. "Shit." he mutters. 

I grin to myself as he gets up, walks over to the door and closes it, drawing the blinds. 

He turns around and I'm already standing, taking off my jean jacket, his eyes on mine from across the room as I set it on my desk. 

I know he has no students this period, and I know he'll write me a note for gym and being late after I do what I'm about to do for him. 

"Do you want to see more of me Mr. Bishop?" I ask as I reach my hands behind my back and unzip my dress slowly, slipping my shoes off as he nods once. 

"Am I the first student for you Mr. Bishop?" I ask as my dress loosens as the zipper descends. He nods and I lick my lips. 

"Do you think about your students naked Mr. Bishop?" I ask, knowing he must, whether it's a fantasy, or just an intrusive thought. 

He nods. 

I drop my dress, his eyes bulging and he curses as it pools at the floor. 

I walk over to his desk slowly and slide my finger along the edge as I walk to the end further from him and turn. 

"sit down Mr. Bishop." I say and he swallows and runs a hand through his hair, his eyes all over me as he walks to his desk, sitting in his chair. 

I place my hands on his desk at the corner and move towards the corner, lifting to my tip toes so I can rub myself against his desk. 

"jesus" he breathes harshly as I start to rock myself against the corner of his desk. 

"I'm so horny"I whine quietly. 

I watch his hand go to his crotch, his hand gripping his erection. 

"Take it out" I moan. 

"Take it out and jerk off while you watch me be a naughty girl Mr. Bishop" I say and he curses, his fingers unzipping his pants, unbuttoning and taking himself out of his pants. 

"Mmmm, you have such a sexy dick" I say lying. No dick from a man his age was sexy to me. I suppose it was a good dick, a decent size and girth, veiny as fuck. But it wasn't Mack's cock. It wasnt old enough to turn me on like Mack's did. But I didnt lie, I was incredibly horny, but not for him. For being able to tell Mack about what I did, what I'm doing right now , when I see him later. 

"Yeah...stroke it for me..."I moan as I hump the corner of his desk. 

"my pussy is so wet" I moan. 

"Chloe" he groans my name and I know he wants to touch me, I know he wants to fuck me and feel just how wet I am. 

"spank me Mr. Bishop" I moan. "spank me and tell me im a bad girl" 

His nostrils flare and he lifts his hand, brings it back and slaps my ass and I moan. 

"You're a bad girl" he growls. His other hand furiously stroking his cock and I go faster. 

"Oh god, yes" I moan , my mouth falling open. 

"I'm gonna cum" I whine. 

"Chloe" he groans. 

I needed cock so bad, so fucking bad, and I wanted to run through this school naked to Mack's room and hop right on his old perverted dick. 

I whimper. 

"I wanna fuck your cock" I gasp. 

"yes" he growls. 

I push from the desk and am on his lap in seconds, straddling him and he groans as I reach down and hisses when I wrap my hand around his cock and then hover over it, and sink right down. 

"JESUS" he groans and his head goes back and his hands come to my hips and I whimper as I bounce in his lap, each of us panting and I go hard and fast. 

"oh fuck"  he groans. 

"Fuck" he says again and then his hand grab my ass and he stands, my ass hitting his desk as I lean back on my hands, legs spread and he holds my waist as he fucks me. 

"Oh god" I whimper. "That feels so fucking good" I cry quietly.

"Harder, fuck me harder Mr. Bishop, please...fuck me harder" I beg him and he's thrusting hard and fast, the smell of us filling the room, the sex in the air and the sounds of it too as his skin slaps against mine. 

"fuck my horny little pussy Mr. Bishop" I say with a squeak. He groans loudly. 

"Fuck, you're so fucking hot" he groans. 

"I've thought about fucking you so many times" he growls. 

"you're so hot" he says again and I moan. 

"tell me what other girls you think about fucking you dirty pervert" I moan. 

"Alicia..." he groans. 

"Yeah? "I moan. "Who else?" 

"Stacy Monroe" he says and I moan. 

"Mia Farewell" he groans. 

"Mmmm, so many little sluts you want to fuck" I say as he watches my tits bounce with each of his thrusts. 

"fuck, you cant tell anyone" he groans. 

I giggle. "Little late to say that now when you're inside me, isnt it?" I tease and he groans, not even stopping. 

"I wont say a thing Mr. Bishop, nobody will find out how much you crave young pussy" I tell him and he curses. 

"God, fuck Chloe...I'm going to cum" he winces as he tries to hold back. 

"You cant cum inside me..im not on the pill" I tell him. 

"where?" he groans. 

"Cum all over me." I say and he curses, pulling out and his hand going to his cock and I gasp and lick my lips with a smile as I watch his cum shoot over me, all over my stomach and over my cunt. 

The warm liquid decorating my skin as I roll my hips and moan as I watch him finish and then collapse into his chair with a heaving breath. 

"fuck" he mutters and I watch the instant regret hit him. The "what have I done?" look all the married men get after they've fucked someone who isnt their wife. 

"It's okay mr.bishop...she'll never know." I say and he looks up at me, at his cum on me. 

"Fuck,...this is.....I shouldnt have.....god....im fucked." he says and runs his hands through his hair. 

"Quit worrying. I said im not saying anything. You're not the only teacher i've fucked ya know." I say and his eyes dart up to mine and I smile. 

"See. I can keep secrets. That's why you don't know, and never will know how many other teachers have had me." I say and then reach over and grab a few tissues from the box on his desk and clean myself up. 

"Chloe.....this is wrong. We shouldnt have done that." he says.

I shrug as I sqipe the last of his cum from me and toss the tissues in the waste basket and slip off his desk. 

"Too late now. We did it." I say with a smile over my shoulder as I walk to my discarded clothes. 

"And you did it, so so well Mr. Bishop. You fucked my little teenage cunt so good." I wink and then turn my head and roll my eyes to myself. Because I was so unsatisfied, the best part was the fact that he was married. That's what got me off and kept me excited. 

He sighs. 

"When can I..." he pauses and I smirk to myself. Because of course...he's so so regretful, but already wanting to know when he can have me again. 

"When can I see you again?" he asks. I hide my smirk before turning. 

"I dont think it's a good idea." I say. "One and done...ya know? Dont want things to get messy." I say and he shakes his head. 

"I need to see you again...that was...you are....I have to have you again." he says and I smile and zip up my dress as I slip on my shoes and then slip on my jean jacket and walk over to his desk. 

I pat the corner of his desk where I'd rubbed my pussy. 

"Feel free to lick the corner of your desk Mr.Bishop." I say and he reaches for me , but I turn and whirl out of his touch. 

"I need a note for gym...since you made me late." I say and walk back to my desk, pack up my things and throw my purse over my shoulder and cross my arms over my books to my chest. 

He looks at me. 

"Can I see you after school? We could...we could meet somewhere..." he says. 

"I need a note Mr. Bishop" I say and he sighs, grabbing a pen and paper, starting to write the note. 

"Just one more time...please." he says and god, his desperation is severely affecting his chances of ever getting me to give in. 

I smile and pluck the paper from his desk as he signs it. 

"This never happened." I whisper, and give a wink and turn. Leaving my economics teacher drooling over me. A slow grin spreading across my face as I walk the empty halls, feeling empowered and so so dirty.