Tantrum turns to Tussel

Glancing up at the clock on the wall behind her, the time read 3:32. 58 minutes. I had 58 minutes of one-on-one action with Lindsey’s petite cheerleader frame, and every second mattered. In my mind there was only move to make, one way to get where I wanted with minimal effort. The fastest way to put the eighteen year-old into a compromising position was to get her on edge. Well, more on edge than she already was…

Like most of my students her phone was the solution to every little problem - a quick and easy way out of any uncomfortable situation. Without it glued to her hands she’d be absolutely helpless, which is exactly what I was going for. Completely oblivious as I stood in front of her desk, I finally caught Lindsey’s attention when I plucked that phone out of her hands. The teen quickly got up with fury, trying to take it back and lashing out at me like she was earlier. “Ugh, give it back asshole! It’s my phone, you can’t just do that!” The anger in her voice was cute, and I’d never heard such strain in it as when she berated me. Lindsey was pissed, and she clearly couldn’t tolerate my shit for much longer. I couldn’t wait.

I wore the largest grin while Lindsey struggled for her phone, enjoying every second that tight eighteen year-old little body was rubbing up against mine. I wasn’t sure if she didn’t notice or she didn’t care - all that girl could focus on was getting her phone back. The little grunts and groans coming out of her really got my blood flowing, revving me up for what I had planned next.

Barely fighting back she still lost a lot of ground, slapping at my chest and trying to push me around. The eighteen year-old shouted “This is ridiculous! Just give me my shit back!” With her diminutive frame she was shouting into my chest, but began tilting her head back to look up at me. Bending down slightly, those big brown, almond-shaped eyes resting on that pretty face just inches away from mine was more than enough to get me rock hard, and Lindsey was finally starting to realize it. While she thrashed about in a rage, my cock had stiffened up considerably, slapping against her toned legs, eventually finding a nice warm home between her thighs. Nestled high and tight, I could feel the heat from her tantalizing teen pussy, the subtle feel of her fishnets exciting me. Pulling her close by the wrist and grinding it against my clothed shaft, I let out a stilted groan, trying to act like this was commonplace with my students.

For the first few seconds, Lindsey was speechless. Her efforts to get the phone back were halted as she stood there, unable to ignore the growing problem downstairs. I could feel the tension in her body; wanting to run but knowing she can’t escape. Cheeks best red, her soft light brown skin shining with sweat, she dropped her eyes away from mine, taking in the sight of my covered cock. Another moment of shock, stopping dead in her tracks.

The ravaging raven haired beauty clenched tight, trying to make sure she wasn’t dreaming - or rather, having a nightmare. She moved her arm back as a half-assed attempt at resisting, easily held in place with little effort on my part. Biting her lip and furrowing her thick brows, those eyes looking up at me sealed the deal. My cock started to throb, jutting up against Lindsey’s pussy while fantasizing about my young, fertile student; a gorgeous canvas ripe for splattering with my paint. A helpless victim to my unchecked perversions, the loud gulp in her throat told me she was preparing to speak. “What is your problem?” she asked, raising a hand to try and smack me.

Deflecting her cocked hand, I focused as she asked a simple question that came with a much more complicated answer. The list was long - as Lindsey would eventually come to learn, but the time to think about that was later. Right now, all that mattered was my firecracker of a problem student, body pressed up against mine with my cock nuzzled between her legs.

I caught myself lost in Lindsey’s face for a moment - admiring the high cheeks bones, soft supple skin, and her juicy dark pink lips. A brief moment later I snapped out of it with a rebuttal ready, though I doubt it’s what she wanted to hear. “You. You are my problem Lindsey.” I told her, softly and slowly with lips pressed against her ear, gently lowering my hands down around her waist. She shifted a bit at my touch, incidentally giving me a lap dance more akin to a stripper than a cheerleader. I couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of her, taking it a step further and sliding my hands lower til I had eight fingers wrapped around her skirt-covered ass; the other two still holding on tight to her phone. The energy around the eighteen year-old changed - no longer one of anger but confusion, fear and worry. She could tell I was up to something.

I answered for Lindsey when I bent down slightly and went in for a kiss, pursing my lips to get a taste of hers. Closing my eyes the second our mouths made contact, I was unable to see her reaction, but I definitely felt it; the muffled groans buzzing against my tongue, her skinny arms trying to push me off, all the ways her body was tightening up. Pulling my head away from Lindsey’s, I let out a small satisfied sigh, looking down at my little teachers pet, eyes darting side to side avoiding my gaze.

I was truly living every teachers dream: about to fuck the brattiest, bitchiest girl in my class, under the cover of detention no less. With poor pay, long hours, and decades of mistreatment, it was rare that teachers could feel so powerful; and I was damn sure going to take advantage. Defaulting back to folding her arms across her chest while my hands were left in place on the Latina teens ass, I glanced behind her body again to get an accurate update on the time.

53 minutes to go.