With about a month left in the semester, an envelope shows up in my mailbox at work. It is unmarked which isn't the weirdest thing. We often get notifications for students who have requested accommodations this way. Usually those come in school branded envelopes however. This is just a plain letter envelope. As I walk back through the building lobby and to my office, I notice that the envelope is extremely light—almost like it is empty. I unlock my office door and sit down at my desk. I open the envelope and inside there isn't even a full sheet of paper. There's just a strip of paper that has been neatly cut. Whoever sent it has typed three lines of text each centered above the next. The first one is the URL for Reddit. The second line says, "Username: abc123." The last line reads," Password: xxxxx." Apparently someone has made an account on Reddit using what I tell my students to call me in class. They also apparently have a juvenile sense of humor based on the password.
I consider texting Claire about the strangeness of it, but I decide to wait to tell her in person. I slip the piece of paper back in the envelope and leave it on my desk. After I've graded a few papers, I take a break and look at the envelope sitting there. My curiosity starts to burn, and I wonder if it is a real account. I almost do a google search for Reddit because no one actually types URLs directly unless they can help it, but I decide not to. I'd hate to have to explain some weird joke to the Dean. To put the envelope out of mind, I put it in my desk drawer next to my car keys so that I'll be sure to take it home with me.
That night after I show Claire the envelope, she uses the laptop and logs into the account. It is a real account and is subscribed to only one community. It's named "Mr. K's Class Sluts."
"This is weird," I say, looking at Claire to gauge her reaction.
"Yeah it is," she agrees. She clicks to the community's homepage and then exclaims, "Holy fuck."
The first post is a picture of a young woman pulling up her shirt and bra exposing her breasts. It looks like it was taken with a cellphone in a bathroom. I'm a little more startled when I realize the bathroom is eerily similar to the men's bathroom in my building. The title of the post says, "I hope you cum and see this."
"Is that one of your..." Claire begins to ask turning to look at me before finishing, "...one of your students?"
"It has to be," I say. "That's got to be the girl's bathroom down the hall from my office. It looks exactly like the men's except it has pink tiles instead of blue."
"Do you recognize her?" Claire asks and returns to staring at the computer screen.
"I don't want to look that closely," I say and turn away. I try to close the laptop, but Claire holds it open.
"Aren't you curious?"
"No. They're my students. This is weird."
"Well, I'm going to look."
She opens the laptop up all the way again. She tells me the post was made today. It was probably done by whoever wrote the message. Claire notices that there are 14 subscribers and that it is a member's only community. She scrolls through the posts reading some of their titles to me. Titles like: "I'll do anything for an A," "Cum and tutor me," and "I wish you could see me like this." She tells me that some of them have managed to find our videos online. They'd posted links of me fucking Claire. Several of the comments on the post are about how they want to be Claire so bad or how hard they came while watching the video.
As she looks, my curiosity gets the better of me, and I begin looking too. Some of the photos show faces of students I'd had several semesters before and had now graduated. Some are of breasts like the most recent, but others are of them bending over reflecting their asses in mirrors. Some are in lingerie bras and panties. Several are fully nude with legs spread and pussy spread for me, Mr. K. As I look at these young student bodies begging for my sexual attention, my dick begins to stiffen. Some of these girls are only a handful of years younger than I am.
"I'm not going to lie," Claire says putting the laptop away and looking at me. "I'm totally turned on right now." Her eyes fall to the tent in my shorts and she smiles at me. "I see that you are too."
"You're not jealous?" I ask.
"Mmm, no. It turns me on knowing that you're up their teaching and these girls are fantasizing about your powerful cock. My man is great at sex and they know it. I'm not jealous. I'm lucky. They don't know what they're missing."
"You know I'd never do anything with a student though right?" I ask.
"What if they weren't in your class anymore? What if they were like Carmen?"
"It'd be a little different if they weren't in my class or if they'd graduated, but I'm still not going to cheat on you with a student."
"I know you're not going to cheat on me," she says and straddles me on the couch. "My pussy is too good for that."
I respond by forcefully kissing her. We make out for a while in this position before she dismounts and grabs my hand. She pulls me downstairs, and I think she is headed to the spare bedroom when she stops by the computer desk my laptop is on. She pushing my writing notebooks out of the way and sets the keyboard to the side. Then she pulls down her pants and panties and throws them to the side. She climbs on top of the desk and spreads her legs wide. Her pussy is flushed and glistening with excitement.
"Fuck me like one of your students on your desk," she says as he pulls down my pants too.
