David is not the most patient man in the world

While the rest of the class had shuffled out, David pretended to take a while, putting his things in his bag. He enjoyed it, how every time that Mrs. Browning glanced at him, she became more agitated. He could tell she wanted to tell him to leave quicker, but instead she settled on pretending to stare at her lesson plan.

He approached her desk and tapped on it. "Mrs. Browning?"

"Yes, David?" She didn't look up from her pretend work. She must have known, that looking at him was the trigger. He could fix that with another command, but it was fun to watch her squirm for the moment.

"Is something wrong, Mrs. Browning?"

She didn't look up at him.

"Did I do something wrong, Mrs. Browning?"

She lifted her eyes. "Wuh-what do you mean?" She asked, her hands gripping the desk. She looked like she might faint.

"You keep ignoring me..." David said, eyeing the clock. Four more minutes, before the next Math class started.

"No, I...David, I'm not..." She seemed confused and **** at what he'd did to her. It didn't make any logical sense.

"Tell me the truth, Mrs. Browning." David said, slamming his fist down on the desk and trying not to bust up laughing.

"I had a wet dream about you last night and now I get hot and bothered every time I look at you!" She said. She lifted a hand to her mouth in horror.

"Mrs. Browning, that's disgusting. You're a teacher and I'm a student! You should be ashamed of yourself!" He said.

She flushed deeply and hung her head. "I am...I am ashamed. I'm so sorry, David."

"I guess I'll have to tell Principal Lansing about this." David said, shaking his head slowly.

Mrs. Browning shot up. "Please don't, David. I'll lose my job!"

"Don't you think you deserve to lose your job, for saying so many filthy things to your student?"

Mrs. Browning hunger head again and nodded.

"It turns you on, how wrong this all is!" David said, with an accusing finger.

Mrs. Browning flushed an even deeper shade of red and then began to shift and grind herself against the desk.

"Oh god! You're masturbating in front of your student! You must be an exhibitionist!"

Mrs. Browning let out a faint moan, as the three different conditions for her arousal began to overlap and leak over the damn of her arousal. She reached up and began peeling back the top of dress, exposing her plain white bra.

"Have you no shame?" David continued. "I guess you can't go to work without thinking about your perverted sex dreams."

Mrs. Browning's eyes rolled back in her head and her hand grabbed onto her thigh, as she continued to hump the air. "Oh gawd..." She said, in a voice that would have made a Pornstar blush.

"Control yourself!" David demanded.

She stopped her slow, unveiling, as well as her erotic rocking, but her breaths were still heavy and her bra exposed.

"Your next class is about to start! Do you want the whole school to see how much of a whore you are?" David demanded.

Mrs. Browning let out another little moan and then nodded slowly. She seemed too overwhelmed to speak and too ashamed and terrified to attempt to re-assert her tenuous authority.

"Fix your clothes, then go splash your face with water. We'll talk about this after school is over." David ordered.

Mrs. Browning staggered to her feet, tucking her breasts back into her dress and sprinting out into the hallway. While she was gone, David approached her desk and scooped up her purse. He rifled through it, until he found her phone and tucked it into his pocket.

Then he strolled on to his next class, trying to conceal his own, growing arousal.