The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This submission is Part 2 of a short series about a young art teacher coming out of her sexual comfort zone. Reading Part 1 first is highly recommended. There is a little reluctance involved but mostly deals with what I like to call "eventual consensual". I hope you have fun reading it. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne.
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Natalie walked nervously down the main hall of the high school towards her classroom, anticipating all the possible sexual things that she knew could happen to her today. It seemed surreal that only yesterday, her world had been turned completely upside down by someone she didn't even know. Somehow, a stranger had filmed her topless and had used it to force the young art teacher to dress more provocatively, masturbate secretly in front of her students, be sexually interrogated by her mentor teacher as he finger blasted her pussy, and then be made to suck his huge cock in her own classroom.
All this while being watched by an unknown person who would give Natalie various sexual instructions on her phone.
What Natalie didn't know was that the person behind everything was me, her mentor teacher. I wanted to get Natalie out of her comfort zone and embrace the naughty girl inside her. Yesterday was a great start, and today things were going to get much more intense.
Natalie's hips swayed hypnotically as she walked down the hallway in her tiny black fly away skirt. Coming several inches above the knees, it was definitely shorter than what the young art teacher usually wore. She was a petite young lady, so to get her skirt short enough, she actually had to buy it from the local boutique where all the teenagers shopped.
Natalie's top was a lovely floral print blouse that fit snug around her waist and breasts. Of course, she had been instructed not to wear a bra so the outlines of her nipples were very clear. Her black high-heeled shoes and black-framed teacher glasses made her look irresistible as a total sexual package.
What really made Natalie feel exposed, though, were the black lace thong panties I had ordered her to wear. They were so small, snug, and see-through that they were hardly worthy of the name. Most of the time, after wearing panties for a few minutes, Natalie would get used to the feel and not think about them the rest of the day.
Not these panties though.
Natalie could easily feel the fabric gripping her pussy and riding up her ass. She couldn't ignore that she was wearing them. They made her feel slightly uncomfortable, very exposed, and a little horny all at the same time...which was the idea.
Sauntering into her classroom, Natalie closed the door and turned around to what she thought was her empty studio.
"OH!" Natalie jumped as she saw me sitting at a desk. Her heart was racing and her breasts heaving from being startled. Those lovely nipples were outlined beautifully through her blouse, saying hello to the world with every deep breath.
"Ready for another evaluation?" I asked, eyeing her over. In that short skirt, high heels, and black-rimmed glasses, she looked exactly like the shy sexy teacher at the beginning of an adult fantasy video.
Except this wasn't a fantasy. This was Natalie, the hot young art teacher who was going to get fucked today...for real.
Natalie got control of her breathing and lowered her voice even though we were the only people in the room.
"Do you mean...'evaluation'?" she asked, moistening her lips nervously.
I smiled and held up my notebook.
"Well I'll do an official one during class...but afterwards I intend to evaluate you more privately."
Natalie gave a nervous giggle at the euphemism, and she noticed that her pussy was tingling in anticipation.
"Okay," she smiled cutely, "I...need to set up for class now."
As Natalie walked over to her desk...the one she had perched on the day before while secretly masturbating herself in front of her class, the young teacher noticed that she already had a text waiting on her phone.
I smiled to myself as Natalie turned her back towards me so she could read her text in private...the text I had sent earlier this morning.
"Good morning, Natalie," the text began, "today we're going to play a little sexual game to see if we can bring out your inner teacher slut. You are going to set up your long work station, placing a table skirt around the parameter so that none of your students can see below your waist or under the table."
Natalie moistened her lips nervously as she continued to read.
"You will then invite your mentor teacher to hide under the table and try to bring you to orgasm in front of your students while you teach."
Natalie's jaw dropped.
"If you are able to resist coming until the class has ended, then I will free you of any future obligations to me. If he makes you come in front your students though, all of the wonderfully erotic video footage I took of your sexual activities yesterday will be given to your school administration."
Natalie's heart was pounding.
"No!" she thought to herself, "it would be the end of my teaching career!"
Quickly, she looked over the instructions twice to make sure that she had read them correctly.
"I can't believe he's going to make me do this!" the young teacher paused, unable to process what was happening...
...then she noticed the postscript.
"PS -- Don't even bother bitching to me about how you 'can't do this'. We both know you will. During the class, you may NOT prevent him from having access to your pussy. You're going to show your inner teacher slut to your mentor starting right now. For your sake, you'd better be convincing."
Natalie swallowed hard, trying to contain her nervous breathing and gather the courage to go through with it.
"I can do this...I can do this," the young art teacher held her phone to her chest and whispered to herself.
Determined like never before, Natalie whipped around to face me and put her hands on her hips.
"Slight change of plan," she said trying not to sound too nervous, "could you help me with this table skirt?"
"Sure."
I got up and helped Natalie attach the large length of fabric to the long table. Natalie made very sure that the cloth went all the way to the floor so there was no chance anyone could see under the table. We joined the two ends of the cloth in the middle of the backside of the table, right where she was planning to stand.
Natalie then placed a canvas and various art supplies on the table in front of her.
"Now," she said setting a bucket filled with brand new brushes of various sizes on the floor next to her, "I'd like to try something a little...naughty."
When she said the word "naughty", Natalie peered at me over the top of her glasses with those gorgeous blue eyes.
I played dumb, raising my eyebrows questioningly.
"While I'm teaching my senior art class," she explained, "I want you to hide under this table and try to make me come while I try to resist having an orgasm. Neither of us can let any of my students know what you're doing to me."
I gave Natalie a sly glance.
"What do I get if I win?"
"Oh fuck," Natalie thought to herself, "I hadn't considered that."
She realized she'd better come up with something quick.
Natalie spoke trying to hide her nervousness.
"If you win, you get..." the young teacher couldn't believe she was actually saying the words, "you get to fuck me...however you want."
"Natalie," I was actually impressed that she had offered herself to me on her own, "you bad little girl. What brought this on?"
Natalie felt a little guilty that she wasn't honest with me about being forced to do this by an unknown voyeur. She didn't want to risk telling me though. She barely understood it herself, so how could she explain it to me? So, she decided to play the game, and tried to sound convincing.
"You...you made me come so hard yesterday," Natalie said softly, "I've never had anyone do that to me before. I love how you took control of me and made me do things I'd never done. I want to feel that way again, and I wanted to do something a little more...dangerous."
I could tell that she was nervous, very nervous. Despite being forced into sexually degrading herself in front of her own students, though, she seemed to be perversely turned on by the idea.
Before either of us could say anything else, the class change bell rang.
Natalie parted the fabric on the back of the cloth skirt and hurried me under the table.
"Come on, the kids will be coming in!"
Concealing myself under the workstation, I sat and waited for the students to get settled. Listening to Natalie's black-heeled shoes click on the floor as she circled the room, I could almost feel how nervous she was with every step.
"Remember we're supposed to be working on our sketches for the first fifteen minutes," Natalie reminded the class as she set her timer for a quarter-hour. Walking over to the workstation, she hesitantly took her position behind the table, directly in front of me.
Natalie's legs looked amazing in those heels and that short black skirt. At this angle, all I had to do to see underneath it was lift her skirt a little. She looked down at me nervously as she prepared for the game we were about to play.
As her students got to work, I patted Natalie's inner thighs to make her spread her legs. She moistened her lips nervously as she complied, giving me perfect access to her most private areas.
Slowly I lifted the front of her skirt and got my first close up look at the panties she was wearing today. They were black, lace, and definitely tiny. Her pussy was barely covered, and the material that did cover her was practically see-through. Natalie jumped a little when I reached around with both hands to grab her firm ass cheeks and discovered that her panties were indeed a tiny thong.
"Nice, Natalie," I thought to myself as my hands began to explore underneath her skirt, "what a good little teacher slut you are becoming."
I could feel Natalie tense up as I slid both my hands under the thin strings of her panties at her hips. Then, sliding one hand around to her front, I softly caressed the young girl's quickly moistening pussy.
Natalie froze, bracing herself for what she knew was coming.
"Breathe, Natalie," she thought to herself as she felt my fingers working their way between her pussy lips, "don't forget to breathe..."
