Miss Amber

"Jess, we need to talk."

The intimidating look of the teacher's room is quite remarkable, from the large red carpet that denotes a sense of royalty to the walls, so clean they glow, how does a wall glow? I don't know.

Once inside the room looks like an ordinary teachers' room, except for....

A beautiful young woman with short brown hair, a red tank top and some tattoos adorning her body, her youthful appearance would make it easy to mistake her for a student, but it's amazing that being 28 years old she can look so young.

I'm horny and jealous at the same time.

"I wanted to talk to you about your test, I don't plan on getting this."

Yes, I can imagine myself on her breasts, I can imagine licking and biting them to leave my mark.

"So, I wanted to give this back to you."

Wait, what?

"There has to be a way to work this out, it couldn't have gone THAT bad, at least I pay attention in your class" well, technically I pay attention to something else, but it's still part of the class.

"I already told you, I don't plan on taking this, and I also wanted to apologize for taking it".

"Wha-....?"

I notice how she picks up the test with a frown on her face and hands it back to me, what's supposed to be going on?

"Exactly why are you giving it back to me?"

"Well, it has your name on it, therefore it's your test, I'm sorry I took it, it was very rude of me."

. . . . . . . .

DON'T FUCK WITH ME.

"You're giving me the paper back because it has my name on it?"

"Yeah."

"What if it didn't have my name on it?"

"Well I would have to grade and deliver it with the rest of the exams, because you ask."

A huge blush hovers over my face to the point of making a tomato pale, well there are 3 options.

1. I'm dreaming.....a very good dream.

2. It's just a coincidence, maybe she got confused, I should have my expectations low.

3. A car ran over me and right now I'm in paradise.

Without bothering to think about the possibilities or a realistic explanation I throw my bag on the floor and start desperately looking for any marker.

I mean, I tried so many times when I was a horny teenager, I wrote "Property of Jessie Jane" on my mom's arm while she was sleeping, it was the BIGGEST embarrassment I've ever felt in my life.

As I desperately empty my backpack looking for a marker and probably also worrying the teacher for my mental health I keep thinking about it.

I marked it on my friend's cast when she broke her arm, I marked it on my sister's teddy bear and even on a wall at school. Needless to say what the result was.

But I realize something... I don't have a marker... I left it at home.

...

I left it at home, when I marked the toaster.

The one I love the most in this world could become my number one enemy.

"E-eeh t-teacher you wouldn't happen to have a marker I could borrow?"

That will be another embarrassing memory to add to the list.

I watch as the teacher holds out a marker as I take it with a big blush and embarrassed by the situation.

"T-t-thank you Miss Amber."

Now a little calmer I start to cross out with marker over my name.

"Now, what are you going to do with this test?"

I notice how a confused expression on her face turns to one of surprise.

"Oh, I seem to have missed grading one, Jess if you'd be so kind as to-..."

Immediately I feel my nipples harden, and I start to feel hot in my intimate area and my breath hitches as I rewrite my name.

"A-a-and now?" god, I'm stuttering, I feel myself shaking completely in excitement, fuck, if she says what I think she's going to say I think I'm going to cum just hearing those words, keep expectations low, keep expectations low, keep expectations low, keep expectations low.

"Well, it's got your name on it, I guess it's your property, why do you ask?"

. . .

THAT'S IT.

I feel myself falling to my knees as I try to keep my balance, FUCK, I feel like it's all coming out just hearing that. ¿¡AM I CUMMING JUST FOR IT!?

The teacher immediately stands up clearly concerned.

"HEY JESS, ARE YOU OK?! DO YOU WANT ME TO CALL YOUR PARENTS?"

"N-no need, hmm" Quick make up something believable.... "Hmm, I'm just on my days, hehe, you know, hmm I'll be home in a minute I just need to do something"

"O-ok? What do you need?"

"E-eeh, it might be a little awkward but I can draw something on your arm, please don't ask me why, can I?"

"Uh, I guess it won't hurt anyone?"

Miss Amber holds out her arm to me clearly confused as to why.

If this is a dream, nobody wake me up.

I feel the soft texture of her skin through my fingers, I take the time to enjoy the sensation, damn, she really takes good care of her skin.

I notice her face and I can't help but think of those lips exploring my pussy and begging me to at least be worthy of my gaze.

I mark my name big, I want everyone to see it, I want all the men to know who this girl belongs to, I want them to be jealous, I want all the girls to know the fate that awaits them and I want them to be excited to see how I treat my toys.

I want the director to see it and know that he no longer has power over her, I want her husband to see it and know that he will no longer be able to touch her, EVER AGAIN, I want everyone to see it and with this thought in mind I finish writing my name.

I take the time to look at my masterpiece, mark her entire arm with my name "Jessie Jane".

"Well, what do you think?" please work, please work, please work, please work, please work, please work, please work, please work, please work, please work, please work, please work, please work, please work, please work, please work, please work.

Miss Amber's expression turns to one of surprise, she immediately kneels before me and lowers her head to the floor in repentance.

"PLEASE MISTRESS, FORGIVE ME FOR TREATING YOUR PROPERTY WITHOUT CARE, I DIDN'T KNOW IT BELONGED TO YOU, I WILL DO ANYTHING TO REDEEM MYSELF, BUT PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!"

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If God exists, I am definitely her favorite, and if not....Well, I am God now.