Sex Ed.

Mysterious Mr. Brown

Mr. Brown

I started working here a few years ago. I used to teach art. After a few months they moved me out of the art department to a completely different building. This building was way off campus. My first day I had no idea what I was gonna be doing so I just set up my office and my classroom. That night I got a call.

"Mr. Brown?"
"This is he."
"You may be wondering why we moved you to another building. The answer is because you are about to teach another subject."
"Well I'm only qualified to teach art."
"Well you don't really need a degree for what you'll be doing."
"What's that supposed to mean? I don't really need a degree?"
"Well you'll be our new Sexual Education teacher."
"I actually do need a degree for that."
"Not the way you'll be teaching."
"What? I'm confused."
"Over the last few years we've had more than a few incidents where teachers we're caught having sexual relations with our students. Since you arrived those incidents have ceased. Why? Because it seems that our female students seem to have taken a liking to our new art teacher. You. To put it simply, the girls wanna fuck you. And we wanna give them that chance. Are you willing to let this happen?"
"Um..."
"Let me make this easier for you. You agree, we'll double your pay, and you get to bring in whatever little fun toys you may own. You decline...you lose your job. What'll it be Christopher?"
"Well obviously I'm gonna accept now."
"Glad you see things our way. See you Monday morning."
"See you Monday Elaine."

And just like that...I was having sex with my students on a day-to-day basis. now fast forward a few years. Here I am...still fucking my students. I've had enough sex to last me more than a lifetime. And my boys question why I'm single. My class begins in the second half of the first trimester. To see who's grades are acceptable to miss classes. Usually Dean's List students are the only ones allowed in this class. I know the stereotype. "All the smart girls are ugly." I have never heard such a lie. Contrary to popular belief, every girl that walks in here is gorgeous. And super intelligent. I like that shit.

Sitting at my desk in my private office, I finally finished marking on the confidentiality agreements. Yes. All my students must sign confidentiality agreements. No one is allowed to talk about what goes on in this room. It's forbidden. All my previous students signed it and kept their mouths closed. And now my current students should do the same. I gathered all the papers in a stack and walked into my main classroom. Janay, my assistant handed me the clipboard with all the names and seating arrangements. And I looked it over. From what I can see everyone's in the correct seat. Good. Less hassle for me. One student missing from the front row. Thomas. Cara. I shook my head. I've heard of her. She's like some kind of miracle student. Rarely attends class but maintains a 3.0 average. No one understands her. No one knows how she does it. I shrugged and started calling off names.

As I finished, the door opened slowly. In peeked a head with curly hair. I looked over at whoever it was. It took a minute for me to realize who it was and when I did a smirk crept it's way onto my face.

"Miss Thomas. Why are you late to my class?"
"Cause your class is damn-near impossible to find."
"Everyone else seemed to find it just fine."
"Last I checked I wasn't everyone else."
"Really. Why are you so late?"
"I was gonna skip here...but it turned out to actually be my class."
"You're the miracle student huh. You skip most classes and still maintain a high grade. That shit won't fly here. You gotta show up to this class. It's all participation."
"Well we won't get along."
"I'm pretty sure we will. I'll be your favorite teacher pretty soon. Bet on it."
"Whateva."
"Feisty. Sexy. I like that."

She raised her eyebrow at me. I bit my lip. I'm gonna fuck her good. And Anastasia. Sitting over there with her headphones on. Nayumi. I like little Asian girls. She can get it long and slow. But Jessie...I almost shook thinking about all the shit I wanna do to her. Fuck. This class may be the sexiest group they've sent me so far. I cleared my throat causing the girls to focus their attention on me.

"Good morning ladies. I'm Mr. Brown. Welcome...to Sex Ed." I smirked at the class.

I watched as they all looked around and shifted in their seats. Some girls looked nervous and the others looked interested. This is gonna be a fun year for me.

"Before we can start this class...each of you must sign a confidentiality agreement." I said as I passed a copy to each student.
"Um...why? What goes on in here?" Lauren inquired.
"Shit that'll make you say I'm your favorite teacher."
"Oop. Okay then..." She mumbled.

It took 5 minutes to get them all signed and put in the proper files. I can thank Janay for that much.

"Ready to begin?"
"Begin what?" Cute little Yasmyn asked.
"Ready to begin class."

The girls nodded and mumbled yeses. I smirked and started unbuttoning my blazer. Off it comes. I laid it on my desk where I'd be laying one of these girls soon enough. I pulled my top drawer open.

"This class is gonna be...strange at first. You'll get used to it. I promise." I said, pulling out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I kicked off my shoes and tampered with my belt buckle until it came undone. Just as soon as I got my zipper down the first protest was heard.

"Excuse me...the fuck's going on here?" Veronica said.
"You don't wanna see then don't look. I'm changing. That's all. Hate these suits."
"Is this allowed?"
"Actually...yes. It is. For me."
"Well then. Carry on."
"I was gonna change anyway."
I smiled at her, sending a wink her way.

She sat back in her seat. I continued to undress in the front of my classroom. I stepped out of my pants and pulled on my sweats. Then I stopped. I had an idea. After quickly scanning the room for the right face I called out a name.

"Jessie. Come here."
"Yes sir?" She asked as she approached me.
"Unbutton this shirt for me ma."
"U-um...okay..."

She started at the top button. Moving slow...hesitant. I slid my hand up her side. She looked up at me.

"Don't be nervous. I can see in your eyes what you really want."
"You..." she mumbled.
"Oh trust me...you'll get your chance..."

She unbuttoned the last button and pushed my shirt open, brushing her fingers over my chest and abs. Fuck, I want her. I want her NOW. I shrugged my shirt off and dismissed her back to her seat. I quickly pulled the t-shirt on and picked up my shoes, exchanging them for a pair of J's. Once fully dressed I sat on the edge of my desk.

"This is a different kind of Sex Ed. Other classes have textbooks and bookwork and all that other boring shit that no one in this room really gives a fuck about. I, on the other hand, get to fuck my students. That's why there are no other men here. I see your faces. You look confused. That's cute. To put it simply...that thought in the back of your mind. That "Damn Mr. Brown is sexy." And that little "I wouldn't mind fucking him." Or "I'd fuck him senseless." You don't need to keep it hidden. Each fantasy you have has potential to come true. Like the classic fantasy most people have when faced with an attractive teacher. Most normal people wanna fuck a teacher for the time being. Very common fantasy. Sooner or later it'll pass without being fulfilled. Not here. You wanna fuck me? Be my guest. I ain't gon lie...all of y'all in here could get the D with no hesitation anyway. With that being said...who wants to be first?"