Carol passed out the test papers nervously, her eyes constantly straying to Brian Dunross at the back of the classroom. She had moved a heavy bookcase in front of his desk, creating in effect a little room since he sat in the corner and was now covered on three sides. He had smiled knowingly at her when she had pretended to be angry with something he said, ordering him to move to the secluded cubbyhole. None of the other students seemed to suspect anything; most were too busy complaining about the unannounced test to worry about anything else. Carol quieted them down by saying she wouldn't count any grade lower than a "B" and would curve the test so that each student received 10 extra points to start with. That satisfied them and they went to work.
Dunross was pleased with the arrangements. He had been thinking over the situation and realized he would have to be more careful if he didn't want to blow it. The last thing he wanted was somebody in Administration finding out what was going on. If Carol Allen was fired he would lose both his "A" grade and the best piece of ass he had ever had, or hoped to have in the future. He decided he would limit the games to those already in the know, convincing them of the advantages for all of them in keeping their mouths shut. He was sure they would see the light.
He let his eyes wander over Carol's tight ass as she handed out the test papers. She was wearing a short skirt that stopped a good eight inches above her knees. Around her neck was a black elastic choker, fulfilling his order. Carol wore a tight yellow knit sweater with big brass buttons down the front. She had left the top button undone and a hint of her ample cleavage was visible.
Once everyone was started on their tests, Carol slowly walked around the room, butterflies of excitement fluttering in her belly. She was drawing out the moments before she would have to slip to the back of the classroom and face Dunross. She wondered what new actions he would dream up for her. The situation was a strange one, but it had certainly changed her outlook. She had trouble thinking about anything else since the night before in the wrestling room. Her last barriers had been broken and she felt totally wanton. Dunross controlled everything and Carol shuddered with delicious anticipation as she began a casual stroll toward his seat.
Dunross watched her approach, a cocky grin on his face. He saw a shapely, beautiful woman willing to submit totally to his every whim. What more could anyone want?
Carol came around the corner of the bookcase and leaned nonchalantly against it, her back to Dunross. The bookcase covered her from the chest down and none of the other students was in a position to see her even if they looked back. Dunross reached out and tapped the inside of her knee. Carol immediately spread her legs farther apart and bent partially over so that her lovely ass was thrust back toward Dunross.
He ran a hand up the inside of her thigh, slowly moving toward her waiting pussy. He could feel the heat of it before even touching it and Carol humped herself down on his probing finger. She was already wet and Dunross felt his finger delightfully captured by her pussy, drawn into the moist heat that felt like a steam bath. He used his thumb to quickly flick her clitoris back and forth a few times before pulling his hand out.
"Turn around and bend over." he whispered softly.
Carol made sure no one was looking and did as he asked. Dunross quickly pulled her sweater out to check that she had not worn a bra and that her beautiful breasts were visible. Satisfied, he let her stand up and resume her position. Carol submitted to his inspection without protest. His explorations had lit the fire within her and her nipples became hard, pressing against the heavy sweater. The friction from the fabric aroused them even more.
Dunross passed a piece of paper to her and she read the instructions written on it. "Undo another button, then go over to Stan's desk. Bend down and ask him a question." Carol looked over her shoulder at her tormentor's smiling face. Dunross whispered, "Woof! Woof!" and snickered.
Carol crumpled the note and tossed it in the trashcan. She slowly undid the second button, which revealed more of her firm young breasts and walked to Stan's seat. She stood in front of him and leaned over his paper. The movement caused the sweater to hang down and the heaviness of the material pulled it further away from her body. Her breasts hung free, open to the gaze of the boy.
Stan looked up and his eyes locked on her tantalizing breasts for a full three seconds before he looked into her eyes.
"Is everything ok?" she asked softly. "Any questions?"
He shook his head and looked back to her tits. Stan could see everything, right down to the hard, pink nipples standing at attention. Carol let him look for another five seconds before slowly straightening. Dunross waved her back and she immediately obeyed.
He nodded his approval and passed another note. It said, "Your choice, doggy. Unbutton another button or meet me after school."
Carol scribbled on the note, "Why not both?" and passed it back. Dunross watched as she undid the third button, showing half of each breast. She leaned over and gave him an eyeful before standing up and rebuttoning herself. She walked back to the front of the room and a few minutes later the bell rang ending class. She collected papers as the students filed out. Dunross was the last to go. He reached inside his bookbag and pulled out a rolled up chain.
"Bring this with you," he told here. "Meet me on the corner of Elm and Oak at 3:10."
Carol saw that he had give her a dog chain and she quickly put it in her desk drawer. She didn't know what Dunross had in mind, but she was so horny now that she was past caring. She just wished the day was over so she could find out.
When the last bell rang, Carol made sure all was in order. She stuffed the chain in her pocketbook and went out to the parking lot behind the school. There was no hurry-she had more than twenty minutes before she had to meet Dunross, but she needed to get out of the building. Her car was parked by itself and Carol sat in the seat indulging in a slow exploration under her skirt, allowing herself a few minutes of self-induced pleasure. Her fingers found her clitoris and tugged it back and forth until she was on the brink of an orgasm. She stopped reluctantly, glancing at her watch and realizing she was now late.
She got to the corner and Dunross was already there. She pulled to the curb and let him in, then drove quickly away before anyone could see them together. "Take Rt. 72 west, " he ordered.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Do you really care?"
