Fun, but she wanted more

Mr Santori's breathing immediately got super heavy. He was almost shaking as he looked into Abigail's bright, blue eyes. His body was pressed up against hers so tightly that she could feel his erection, but he just said, "Miss Richards, excuse me, I need to continue the lesson."

He pulled away from her and turned back towards the blackboard. Abigail took a moment to enjoy the rush of power she was feeling. As he resumed writing on the board, she got behind him and put her hands around his chest again. She looked at the classroom and saw that a lot of the girls were looking at her with jealous, hateful looks. She winked at them.

Then Abigail pulled her teacher's dress shirt out of his pants.

"Please, Miss Richards," said Mr Santori, breathing hard as he tucked his shirt back in, "I need to work without distraction."

"Oops, sorry. I didn't mean to distract you." As soon as he had his shirt tucked in, she pulled it back out again. She rubbed his crotch while he tucked it in again, and then she said, "Come on, can't we do something a little more fun?"

The handsome teacher froze up, half turned to her and whispered, "I can't! I can only satisfy the female students before class, not during! I'll lose my job!"

Abigail smiled. Apparently the rule she'd made about sex between teachers and students before class hadn't changed the ways schools work in general. She let go and backed away with a very fake apologetic look. He started explaining the next example to the students, and she walked back to her desk. She picked up the rulebook and walked back to the front of the class.

New Rule: Mr Santori has an incredibly intense big breast fetish.

Abigail lowered the book and moved in front of her teacher. She put her arms at her sides, pressed against her double D breasts to push them together. They looked like they were going to spill out of her deeply unbuttoned blouse.

"Excuse me, sir. Could you explain that again for me? Please?"

His eyes went down to her terrific chest and locked on. He looked like he was about to start slobbering as he stared at them and said, "Um, uh, yes, of course. I was saying... something... about calculus... a math problem... I think..."

Abigail laughed. "You're obviously very distracted. Maybe if you fucked my brains out, it would help you get your mind back on the example?"

Mr Santori continued staring at her breasts, but said, "I... can't!"

She wrote in the rulebook again.

Old Rule: Every sex dream and masturbation session that Mr Santori has ever had has been about a woman who looked, sounded, and acted like Abigail Richards.

She lowered the book and looked at her teacher again. "How about now?"