Student from Hell

When you're a teacher at a new school and you enter the classroom only to find a student on your desk, what do you do? And not any student, the bad boy of the school. Big, tattooed, and not afraid to say what's on his mind.
That's what I got on my first day.
And at the end of every day, I ask myself the same question. How do I keep the persistent, shameless, and tempting Satan away?

"Can I go now...Sir?" He emphasizes the word "Sir" in a sexual way and he bites his lip while his eyes fill with lust.
Is this really happening?

"Keep that mouth of yours clean. It's a little dirty, don't you think?" I ask, and his smirk becomes slightly bigger.

"Not yet, but I would love to get it dirty." His voice, even though it's a whisper, somehow is deep and husky, and his smirk gets bigger and his eyes lower to my d..k.

"Go!" I say it in a commanding intimidating voice, but he doesn't lose the smirk. It doesn't work on him. Instead, he gets off the desk, winks at me, and goes. Out. All the way out. Out of the damn classroom.
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