The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is a fantasy about a relationship between a student and her teacher. In no way does it condone such a relationship in real life. Just read and enjoy. I highly recommend reading Violating Sandie part 1 before reading this sequel. - xoxo Daphne123.
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It had been two days since the awards ceremony where my star student Sandie had willingly but unknowingly confessed her deepest sexual fantasy to me. With a note from her that she was made to forget having written, Sandie had given me complete control over her amazing body and admitted that she actually wanted me to sexually degrade her. It still seemed surreal to me that this sweet eighteen-year-old girl had such a strong hidden desire to be used, objectified, and violated. In a weird way, I found it rather sweet that she had subconsciously chosen me rather than her boyfriend to help her fulfill her hidden fantasies.
On Friday during class, I half-expected Sandie to have remembered SOMETHING from her experience after Thursday evening's awards ceremony. But no, Sandie behaved in psychology class like she always did, studying hard, taking notes, and flashing a cute smile at me as she left. Little did she know of the degrading fucking she was going to receive very soon.
Sandie and I had arranged to meet in the high school media canter to work on her final term paper. Being a Saturday, the entire school was deserted. I had gotten there early to have everything ready for Sandie's arrival but I wanted to make sure the library still looked like it did on a regular school day.
Except this wasn't a regular school day. This was the day I was going to fuck my favorite student.
When I heard the media center door open, I looked up from the table where I was waiting.
"Hi," Sandie smiled seeing me.
"Wow, you look lovely," I said without even thinking. Sandie was wearing a beautiful royal blue dress with black trim on her mid-length sleeves and around the collar. The dress was patterned with white flowers and the skirt came down just above her knees. A pair of black leather ankle boots added a few more inches to her height, and her gorgeous brunette curls bounced playfully on her shoulders as she walked towards me. Professional and sexy, she could do both so well.
Sandie blushed. "Thanks," she almost looked self-conscious.
"Good to see you," I said getting up to hug her. As she set her purse down on a table, I walked over to the exterior door and reactivated the school alarm system just to make sure we wouldn't be disturbed.
When I turned back around I saw Sandie had perched on the edge of the table and crossed her legs, causing them to dangle teasingly several inches above the floor. I began to picture those shapely legs wrapped around me with her ankle boots slamming into my back as I pounded her teenage pussy. Searching through her purse, Sandie pulled out a pair of black-rimmed glasses and put them on, opening her notebook and taking out a pen.
"Ready to get to work?" Sandie asked completely oblivious to the fact that she was pressing every single one of my sexual buttons at the same time. Her legs, her glasses, her schoolgirl innocence, and the knowledge that underneath it all, she was fantasizing about being fucked, violated, and degraded, made me as hard as the promise ring on her hand that her boyfriend had given her.
"Oh I am so going to put you to work," I responded, my student oblivious to the double meaning I was implying.
"Don't hold back now," Sandie cocked her head to the side cutely, "I need you to work me hard."
I smiled at her innocence. "I plan to...Sexy Doctor Sandie."
Sandie blinked rapidly as I used her trigger phrase and then locked her eyes on mine. Her sex drive now quadrupled, she began breathing deeply with lustful sighs, her breasts rising and falling beautifully.
"I...think...we should..." Sandie struggled for every word as waves of desire washed over her, "get...working."
I walked over to the table and sat in one of the chairs. "Are you okay Sandie?"
"I...don't know," she replied closing her eyes and laying her head back.
"What are you feeling right now at this moment, Sandie?" I asked as if I were a psychiatrist guiding her through a therapy session.
Sandie rolled her head around slowly, almost purring. "Mmmmm...right now I'm so turned on I can't stand it. Ohgod, why do I get so horny when I'm around you?"
"Do you remember this happening before?" I asked to see if Sandie could actually recall her experience from Thursday evening.
"I..." Sandie tried to concentrate, "I'm not sure. I just remember being really turned on by you...like really REALLY turned on."
I found it very interesting that her conditioning only allowed her to have a vague memory of what had happened to her before. It was exciting to know that I could fuck, violate, and degrade her any way I wished and in her mind it would be the first time EVERY time.
"Ohhhhh," Sandie sighed with desire, "why am I telling you this?"
"Its okay Sandie," I encouraged her, "just let yourself go with what you are feeling."
Sandie moistened her lips and began caressing herself between her legs. "I feel like...like I could come at any moment."
"Well then Sandie," I said calmly, "why don't you hump the corner of the table to relieve some of your sexual tension."
As if I had switched on a motor, Sandie's hips began grinding into the corner of the table in little circles, her anticipation building as the movements stimulated her pussy.
"Mygod," Sandie whispered almost to herself. "What are you doing to me?"
I smiled. "I'm doing exactly what you asked me to do to you."
"Unnhhh," Sandie laid her head back and closed her eyes as the pleasure continued to build.
"You want this, Sandie," I explained. "You want men to use your body as their personal fuck toy. I'm just doing what you told me you wanted."
"Ohhhh fuck," Sandie sighed with unbearable desire. "How...OH! How are you making me do this? UM!! I...have to...stop...UMM!!!"
"You will not stop Sandie," I commanded her. "In fact, I think your body wants to go faster."
"OH!" Sandie gasped as her hips went into overdrive. The image was almost surreal. My star student was directly in front of me humping the corner of the table like a dog in heat desperately trying to get herself off.
"I'm...OH!!! ...your...student." Sandie whimpered between thrusts of her hips. "I...shouldn't...UM!!! ...be doing this...for you."
I sat in the chair and watched Sandie with an almost detached scientific curiosity as she tried desperately to make herself come. Her conditioning seemed so perfect. It made me wonder just how much further I could push her.
"You're right Sandie," I replied. "You should not be trying to make yourself come in front of your teacher. You're such a bad girl for doing this in front of me."
"This is so embarrassing. Its wrong...UNNHH! You're...degrading me!" Sandie squealed as a sudden jolt of pleasure made her entire body tremble.
"Yes it is wrong," I said calmly, "and I plan to degrade you a lot further."
