A goth comes a calling

Arriving back at your classroom you unlocked the door and headed for your desk. Sitting down, you didn't have long to wait before the bell rang, and your fifth period students started filling in.

You greet Doug one of the squads male cheerleaders as he takes his spot in the back. Just as the bell was ringing Kerri Carelli managed to make it in time settling onto her seat.

"Nice to see you made it on time Kerri," you note out loud as you start roll. Class went well for the most part save for the collection of groans when you mention tomorrow's test.

Soon enough the bell rings and it's time for sixth period. As the students filed into the room you found yourself mentally bracing yourself for when as she arrived. About a third of the class had arrived when she strutted in, Bailey Hutchinson, goth teen, and one of your voyeurs from yesterday.

As was customary she was all in black, but today instead of jeans, boots, and band-shirts she had stepped it up a notch.

Her hair today, was drawn up onto a long pony tail that trailed halfway down her back. Showing off the paleness of her skin. You had always wondered just how much effort it took for a goth to look like the sun had never touched there skin. Wrapped around her throat was a dark velvet choker that was embossed with a gold pentagram, and of course a cross hung from a simple gold chain the hung from her neck.

Instead of the black jeans she normally wore today she had a skirt. And her top showed off enough of, now that she wasn't wearing oversized t-shirts, impressive chest you'd bet at least one of her teachers had pulled out a ruler to check if she was dress code compliant. All in all, she was quite the sexy young woman.

Throughout your lecture you couldn't help shake the feeling that she was sizing you up. They way her eyes followed you around the room just seemed different you decided. Now would you think that if she hadn't had a front row seat to you being balls deep in Consuela, you weren't sure.

Finishing up your lecture, you reminded the class about tomorrow's test, and feeling merciful you let them go four minutes early.

Gathering there things the student surged from the classroom eager to leave. As you watched them flood out of the room Bailey slid out of her seat approaching your desk.

Clearing her throat she asked,"Mr. Clarkson to you have some time to talk?"

Here we go out think to yourself, before saying,"I think I can spare you a minute. What's on your mind Miss. Hutchinson?"

Swallowing she says,"It's about yesterday..."

You raise a finger stopping her as you eyed the few students taking there time leaving from the day. After a few moments the door closes behind the last student leaving you and Bailey alone.

"What about yesterday," you ask, lowering your finger.

Bailey hesitates before asking,"do you....."She nervously reaches up stroking the pentagram before starting again,"what I ment to say was..."

Guessing at what she was trying to ask you interject,"No, I don't have sex in public if I can help it."

Her mouth opens and closes several times as she processed what you told her.

"I see..." she mumbled.

Interesting you think to yourself, she came to class dressed to be noticed. But this was not the conversation, you were expecting, she was far from experienced despite what she was showing.

Deciding to probe you ask,"You had your phone out recording me and Consuela. Were you planning to **** me or something."

Her reaction was immediate as her hands went up defensively. Shaking her head she stridently declared,"No I would never do anything like that."

Smiling, you stood up walking around to the same side of the desk as her.

"That what," you probe,"did you take it home and watch it study it."

Bailey stared at you for a long moment before giving you a tiny, hesitant nod. You laughed, so deep in your chest it rumbled. You slowly approach the teen, subtly crowding her space. She shivers like a doe sniffing a predator on the wind.

"Did you lay in bed last night watching me fill Consuela over and over again." Her eyes flare at the question, so you press further asking,"did it arouse you, Bailey. This isn't your normal jeans and band shirts."

Stepping up to her left side you growl,"this is what someone who wants to be seen. Wants to be noticed." You press your hand into her shoulder whispering,"who wants to be touched."

As you press on her exposed shoulder Bailey whimpered as a shudder worked it was through her.

"When, she called out for us to come closer to see how a real man fucks and fills her belly with his bastard...."

Keeping your hand on her shoulder you step behind her. Bailey doesn't move as you lean breathing into her delicate ear,"Consuela is a woman who knows what she wants. Is that what you imagined when you caressed yourself last night that it was you pinned to that wall screaming to be bred."

Baileys breath hitches, as you place your hand on her other shoulder now. The teen lets out a sigh as she leans back against you.

You could feel your cock starting to throb in your pants when Bailey whispered,"Are you with Jennifer Marlow?"

Moving to her other ear you blow on her lobe teasing,"Would it matter if I was?" For a long moment she says nothing, but then she seems to sag with a whispered,"No."

Pulling her into you from behind your hand slide down cupping her breasts. Bailey gasped as she arched her back into your hand and simultaneously feeling your erection pressing into the firmness of her ass.

"Mmmnnnnnn so quick to the touch, your such a good girl aren't you." You tease.

Bailey mewled as you fingertips brushed her straining nipples. Her hands have gripped her skirt unconsciously drawing it higher up her thighs.

Maddie and the squad were waiting for you on the football field. Also if anyone came in there was no way to spin this. Giving in to the beasts' encouragement you run your lips across the nape of her neck.

Her breathing quickened as if she was running a race. Another shiver wracked her body as your fingers found a button on her top.

Undoing the button you roughly asked,"have you ever been with a man?"

Roused by the question she replied,"I had sex twice."

Sliding a hand into her open blouse you discover that her bra had a front catch. Flicking the catch, you brush the cup aside taking the full wait of the breast into your hand.

A long low moan slipped from her mouth as your fingers found the already diamond hard tip rolling it between your fingers. Her breathing was rapid as her head angled exposing the long length of her neck.

"That's not what I asked," you rumble before licking a spot right under her choker.

Sliding your hand free of her shirt, you worked on the rest of the button while asking"I asked if you had been with a man."

Somehow finding her voice she moaned out," I think so last year during spring break I got into a frat party.... we got pretty wasted I dont remember much."

Finishing with all the bottuns her shirt hung open with her heaving breasts exposed in the classroom.

"Then no you haven't," you growl.

Going back to the spot you'd tasted on her neck you gave it a light suck. Her arm shot up locking you in place as she shuddered, a low keen echoing from her.

You could feel yourself slipping, much more and you'd have her spread over your desk.

"Do you want more of this," you hiss.

"Yessssssssssss," she wailed as you tweaked her nipple.

Letting go out her heaving tits your fingers dig into her hips grinding your thick cock into the crack of her ass.

"Give me your number," you growl in command. "Soon I will text you a time and address."

Letting go of her right hip,you grab her pony tail with your hand. Roughly you turn her head, so her eyes could meet yours.

They were hazy with need but you could see enough awareness that she would remember what you told her.

"If you come it will be bare and without protection," you growl, the beast staring out through you eyes. "If you come I will mark you, I will remake you, and you'll never be the same."

At your wits end you let Bailey go, causing her to crash to the floor. Staggering over to the desk you lean on it desperately fighting the burning need to shred Baileys clothes before taking her cunt

Breathing hard you didn't dare look at the teen.

"Go," you commanded," Decide what you want."

Closing your eyes you start counting in your head. You could hear as Bailey moved around righting her clothes. Eventually, after you heard the classroom door open then close. Safe you open your eyes a torn scrap of paper with a phone number. You put the scrap in your pocket as you stand up regaining your balance.

You put the contents of the homework bin into your briefcase. Then you put away your laptop and retrieve your phone. Walking to the door you turn off the lights and pause.

"Where the fuck did that come from," you wonder out loud.

Exiting the classroom you lock the door heading for the football field.