After Class

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟺

𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓷𝔃𝓸

"I fell again, no big deal," she lied smoothly. I knew she was lying because of the way her body was on defense like I would see through her. There wouldn't be something to hide if she was telling the truth.

I knew that this was information I couldn't just take. I had to earn Cassidy's trust to hear anything secret come out of her pretty mouth.

"I-I have to go. My mom's here," Cassidy said, getting up and grabbing her backpack. She left before I could say another word, and it hurt. She gave me the best orgasm of my life and left me like she didn't.

I could keep her after class the next day, but it wasn't one of our private session days. Although all of my students were already there when I walked into class, I knew who was missing. It was her. Cassidy Claire was skipping.

When I got my hands on her, she would be sorry, practically begging me to forgive her, but what I had asked unsettled her.

I spent all of my time teachings looking out the window in my door, hoping to catch Cassidy in the act of skipping my class, but she never showed her face. I had lost hope when I packed up my things to leave for the day, walking down the hallway to the back parking lot to drive home.

A drink sounded nice right now. Maybe I could get my mind off of Cassidy. She was stressing me out more than I found acceptable to be just another student. But as I walked past the bathrooms, a body ran into me.

They had walked out of the girl bathroom, and I assumed it was a custodian or a teacher. Instead, when I looked at the ray of sunshine caught in my arms, I was simultaneously angry and happy. So happy I didn't know what to say. Instead, I just looked.

Cassidy had her backpack on and school sweater on, considering it was getting chillier by the second. Her hair was half up, half down, tied with a blue satin ribbon. She looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights, as she should.

"Cassidy Claire, I either give you a write-up, or you follow me and deal with the consequences now," I said, giving her an option that wasn't an option. I wouldn't usually write up people who skip my classes, but she didn't need to know that.

"I'll come with you, s-sir," She said, finally looking down, afraid to let me see the guilt in her eyes. Opposite of my aggressive approach, I grabbed her slightly smaller hand in mine, grasping it softly and walking her down the rest of the hallway. There were no more teachers in the building because I left last out of everyone else.

She walked with me at a steady pace, not dragging behind or walking ahead, only sticking to my side.

When we got to the car, I helped her again and buckled her, kissing her on the forehead before walking to the other side. I started the car and made the drive to my home. I reached over and grasped her thigh in my hand, exposed from her skirt. Her tense body melted underneath my touch even though I was the leading cause of said tenseness.

"If you tell me where you were instead of my class, then the punishment will lessen," I said, giving her a look before focusing back on the road. She cleared her throat before looking at me, ready to fess up.

"I was in the bathroom...skipping," she said in a small voice, her eyes now towards the window. Cassidy was ready to turn her body away from me and the door, but I squeezed her thigh in a warning.

"Did you think that was a good idea?" I asked, wanting to catch the error in her thought process. Cassidy shook her head no, and I allowed it, but it wasn't helping her any. When we made it to my home, I helped her out and guided her to the living room once again, but this time I placed her in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Undress for me," I commanded and watched as she did so with slightly shaking hands. "When she was entirely stripped bare, I had taken off my button-up shirt and was left with a wife-beater tank top. Cassidy was trying to cover herself from the window, hoping no one would see her fully nude.

There were trees in front of my house but not thick layers of trees. You couldn't see distinct details from a distance, but the feeling that anyone was watching was still there. "Put your hands on the window," I said. She was still turned to the window and did as I said, putting her hands on the window, her hips jutting out slightly.

I knew she was nervous, so I walked towards her and ran my hand down from the top of her spine to the base soothing her. "Sweetheart, you still have the power to stop this," I said, reaching around her grabbing handfuls of her breasts. "You will always have the power to stop me,"

I rubbed my palms against her nipples, feeling them stiffen beneath me. "I know," she murmured in response. I pinched her nipples between my thumb and pointer finger and twisted, pulling out. Drawing a loud moan out of Cassidy, they bucked her hips backward, trying to get some form of satisfaction.

"I bet you are soaking Cassidy," I whispered into her ear. "Thinking about how anyone could turn their head and see you being such a good slut for me. Seeing how desperate you are for me," I dragged my hand down her stomach to her pussy, feeling the heat of it against my hand without even touching her.

I finally touched her and found her absolutely and completely dripping. My fingers were soaked. I was going to lick my fingers clean but decided she should taste herself anyways. I turned her now and grabbed my not-wet hand with hers, and dragged her to the couch that was straight across from the window.

I sat down first and then tugged her down to me one-handedly the best I could. She straddled my thigh, not sitting on it entirely. "You do as I say, yes?" I asked, trying to see what control she would allow me. Cassidy nodded her head, and I was still upset without verbal responses. Too bad her mouth was going to be full anyway.

"Open your mouth," I said to her, and she did as told. I circled my two fingers around her lips before slowly easing them into her mouth, feeling her saliva coat my fingers. I put my other hand on her hip, pushing her body down, so her pussy touched my thigh. Slowly I started to rock her hips back and forth. She tried to push down harder, but I quickly slapped her thigh sharply, making her whimper around my fingers and continue at my pace.

"You take what I give, not anything fucking more," I said, pushing my finger deeper into her mouth, reaching resistance at her throat. I kept guiding her on my leg for twenty more minutes, changing the pace faster or harder, sometimes pushing my thigh up to meet her. Every time she was about to cum, I would pull away.

It was to the point she was crying and moaning tortured sounds around my fingers. Slowly I pulled my fingers from her mouth, stopping her hips. There was a string of saliva from the tip of my fingers to her pouty bottom lip. Not waiting any longer to see her cum, I put her on her back and eased my wet fingers in her entrance.

I could feel her clenching around my fingers, desperate for any contact. My other hand went to wrap around her throat, squeezing slightly at the sides.

Her breathing was fast, and her face was flushed streaked with tears. Then I started finger fucking her hard enough for her to cum right on the spot, her back arching and her eyes clenching shut. But I didn't stop; I kept going, and when she came down from her high with my fingers still fucking her, she tried to reach down and push my hand away, but I kept on dragging out another orgasm from her.

That's how it continued for seven other orgasms. Her moans turned loud and almost painful, but the word stop never left her lips, so she kept cumming till she passed out.