"I don't see the big deal! Everyone saying Mr. Fishbach is gonna give me the 'worst detention ever' because he's the strictest teacher in this school. Bitch, I've had to carry 10 pounds of brick for 5 hours and went back and RESPRAY PAINTED THE PRINCIPAL'S CAR." I say, shaking my head, looking at my scuffed converse.
I was what you called the 'trouble maker' of my school. It was full of popular fake tittied blonde cheerleaders and their picture perfect Christian boyfriends who really just wanted a handful of boob. I hated it here. I was the only one different besides my best friend, Sebastian (whom I was currently complaining to), and the teachers.
"You'll be fine. Who gives a shit what they say?" He asks, stopping at Mr. Fishbach's door.
"True. I'll see you in an hour. Good luck." He pats my shoulder. I sigh and walk inside.
"You're 30 seconds late, Ms. (y/l/n)." I hear a deep voice say, slamming the door closed behind me. I jump, not expecting the sudden noise. I turn around and look at Mr. Fishbach in the eyes.
"Hm, what a shame... I don't fucking care." I seethe, holding back a gasp as I'm suddenly pinned against his whiteboard. I bite my lip, feeling a warm moisture gather in my panties. This was kind of hot to be honest. Mr. Fishbach wasn't the ugliest thing that's ever graced this earth. I look at him.
"I don't think that's any way to talk to your teacher, Ms. (y/l/n). I'd give you a month's worth of detention normally, but since I find you rather... exquisite, I'll make an exception. I'm going to fuck you raw instead." He says. My eyes widen. He smirks, starting to rub my clit through my panties, making me moan out, feeling the lace underwear I decided to wear today get soaked.
"Do you like that, (y/n)?" He growls. I just nod, whimpering when he pulls his hand away.
"You speak when spoken to." He growls, lightly choking me. It just made the moisture in my panties increase.
"Yes Sir. I love your fingers so much. I can't wait for your big cock to fuck me into my place." I moan, spreading my legs, wanting more pleasure. He smirks and continues choking, but rubs me, moving my panties aside and shoving his fingers in me. I throw my head back, moaning.
"Fuck..." I moan.
*knock knock*
"Mr. Fishbach I'm coming in."
(Haha! Cliffhanger for you all! You hate me I know but I'm back! I missed you, you probably didn't miss me. Here's that photo of me: I hope I didn't crack any of your screens with my ugly mug
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