Caught in the Act

Carmen crumpled in her chair after coming all over her fingers, but she couldn't get enough stimulation. Stuffed in her oversized handbag was a Hitachi Magic Wand Vibrator she had brought from home for emergencies. She quickly plugged it into the wall and commenced buzzing her sensitive clit. Eating lunch suddenly became her lowest priority as the orgasms ripped through her body. She adjusted Jamal's phone on her desk to get a better view of his interracial porn.

An incredibly sick idea occurred her. It was completely inappropriate, massively risky, and immensely exciting, considering her flourishing desire for black cock coupled with perpetual climaxes. She knew the team captain wanted to fuck her, and she couldn't deny wanting him too. At least, she wanted him at this moment. Carmen reached for Jamal's cell and tapped into the camera, then started to video herself. Spreading her legs wide, she rubbed the humming ball across her blossoming labial folds. Juice leaked from her slit like spring water as the opening between her thighs rhythmically tightened and relaxed.

"Shit!" she whispered. "I want to fuck you, Jamal!" She squirted across the desk's glossy wood, oblivious to the tapping on her locked classroom door. Unexpectedly, the deadbolt loudly unlatched, and an unfamiliar figure stepped into the room. He was tall with dark hair and a beard. He closed the door behind him, bolting it shut with a quiet click.

"Carmen, I presume..." the deep voice echoed.

"Who are you, and how did you get in here?" Carmen demanded.

"I'm Doug Fletcher, the head coach of the football team. I have keys to every room in this school. There's no place I can't go and nobody I don't know except you. What a pleasure it is to remedy that void and finally make your acquaintance." The man gazed at Carmen's wand which she had instantly turned off upon his arrival. Still, it hung in her hand like a smoking gun, and her skirt remained bunched up around her creamy, pale thighs.

Fletcher marched across the room like a Doberman. "I see you still have Jamal's phone. He asked me to request it from you." The coach grabbed the cell and took a quick look at the screen as Carmen reached unsuccessfully for his arm. "It's much too late for that," he chuckled, soaking in the view of Carmen's spectacular orgasm much to the young teacher's chagrin. There was nothing she could do. Fletcher was way too strong for her to wrestle away the video of her vulgar vaginal display.

"You've got a pretty pussy, Carmen," the man grinned. "I'm sure Jamal will appreciate this presentation immensely... speaking of which, you obviously didn't realize that you have no authority to send any of my players to detention without consulting me first."

"What?" Carmen responded. "Why should I need to consult you?"

"Because Jamal is my star running back, and detention would eliminate his eligibility to play this weekend. Because you're a nobody on campus who hasn't got a clue what's going on. Because I own this school; I own these players... and now, sweet Miss Carmen, I own you too."