1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 8: Mrs. Corra, Progressive Teaching


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    adding to the stew brewing in my pussy. “So if a=3 and b=4, what would side c equal to?” I asked. Mostly blank looks faced me; only Miss Brentwood was working on the problem. “Oh, my god,” Miss Sullivan suddenly gasped. “She's got a cock in her mouth and cunt!” The class all turned around and gaped at the strawberry-blonde, lithe girl. Miss Brentwood flushed crimson, then looked at me for guidance. They all knew that Missy's sister was the Goddess, though not everyone believed Mr. and Mrs. Glassner's divinity. “Just ignore them class. Now, has anyone...” The vibrator kicked up to its middle setting and I gripped the edge of my desk and tried to stifle my moan as a small orgasm steamed through my body. All the boys, and a few of the girls, were staring wide-eyed at me as my orgasm overwhelmed me. I doubled over, grabbing the edges of my desk. My tits were practically falling out of my blouse, and the entire class could see down my blouse and catch glimpses of my pink nipples. I was on display for them, and that just made the orgasm even more intense. Lust shined in their eyes, hard-ons bulged in the boy's pants and girls shifted their thighs as their pussies dampened their panties. I bit my lip, trying to maintain some decorum before my students. Mr. Fairburn and Miss Sullivan smiled at me, enjoying the sight. The pleasure kept quaking through me and my passion couldn't be contained. I let out a long, low moan. I suddenly felt free. It didn't matter that I was cumming in front ...
    of a class of high school students, it just mattered that I was bursting with pleasure. I didn't fight my orgasm. I embraced it. I threw back my head, pulling the bobby pins out of my hair and letting my lush, curly hair fall about my shoulders. And then the vibrator stopped. The class was silent, the students all staring in amazement at me. I smiled, stood up and straightened my clothes, pushing my hair out of my face. Mr. Fairburn winked at me from the back of the classroom and I winked back at him. “So, who knows the answer to the problem?” I asked as if nothing had happened. “Um, c=5,” Miss Brentwood answered. “Correct,” I nodded. “Why don't you write your solution out on the whiteboard?” “Okay.” She seemed a little hesitant as I perched on the edge of my desk, my short skirt riding up to show the tops of my thigh-high stockings and the straps of my garter belt. She talked as she wrote out her math. “Well, the square of 3 is 9 and the square of 4 is 16.” A wet, smacking noise filled the classroom. I smiled. Miss Sullivan and Mr. Fairburn were vigorously making out. Mr. Fairburn's hand slipped under her blouse and was clearly groping her budding breasts. I licked my lips, envious of Miss Sullivan. I loved Mr. Fairburn, and I always felt a little jealous when my Master was with another woman. I tried not to be, reminding myself that I was his slave not his lover. “So I then added 9+16 and got 25,” Miss Brentwood continued. “Then...oh, my gosh! Mrs. Corra, they shouldn't be ...
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