F*cking the Bad Girl Out Of the Teacher

Transcript

Okay, everyone, everyone, listen please, thank you. Okay, so here's the breakdown for the field trip. Group 1 starts in the prehistoric hall, group 2, deep sea, group 3, at the earthquake exhibit, and group 4, the planetarium show.

Please remember to behave and stay with your chaperones for the field trip. Also, the worksheets are due by the end of the day. I'll be moving between groups, so no goofing off.

Pay attention, and most of all, learn and have fun, children. I should not have stayed out that late. I need coffee, or an I.V.

, I need to get my ass down to the museum grill ASAP. Oh god, they better have the coffee brewed. Oh, and I'm so tired.

Oops, I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying any attention. Oh, oh, hi, um, talk? Forgive me, I'm a bit frazzled, but who are you? Oh, you're one of the chaperones.

Is everything okay with the group? Chaperones normally stay with- oh, yes, the planetarium show. I don't blame you for leaving, it's pretty dry.

I should have paid extra to have Dayton Attenborough narrate this whole thing. Oh, sorry, stupid teacher joke. Well, I'm about to go on a little solo field trip for coffee if you'd like to accompany me.

Yeah, no, this teacher needs her caffeine pad. Late night? I mean, it wasn't that late, I think.

Oh wait, what do you mean you know? Never mind that, come on, you can probably skip the line at the elevator and use the emergency staircase. So, call me crazy, but I can't help shake this feeling I've seen you before.

I'm not? Okay, so, where do I know you from? School? No.

The grocery store? No. Wait, did you pull me over the other day? No? Oh my god, tell me.

Guess. You dads always think you're so cute playing games. Well, give me a hint at least.

Trivia? Oh my god, were you at the same bar as us last night? You guys were the group next to us.

So, this headache? This headache is your fault. How? You jerks kept buying us drinks.

I mean, I normally have a great memory, but after that third shot… Not sure how I got home, I'll say that much. Here, door to the right. Where were we? Oh, that's right.

Last night. Okay, did we officially meet? We did.

And talk? I'm so sorry, this is just so embarrassing. This! Not remembering! Shit.

God, this is bad. What are you doing with your phone? Oh my god, I gave you my number? Oh my god, this is mortifying.

You're my student's dad! Sorry, no offense, but I don't do that. I don't care if you are single, it's a clear conflict of interest.

Well, apparently drunk me doesn't know the rules. Um, but uh, just please, please delete it. I'm sorry, just had a bit too much last night.

What did you say? Should you delete the photos too? Oh fuck, what photos? God, I'm going to kill my friends.

What photos? God, let me see. No, this can't be real.

I'm on your lap, and we're kissing? Okay, that's it. No more drinking.

Dry month. No, fucking dry year. This is.

.. Ugh. Drunk me needs time out.

Oh, you like drunk me. Geez, I wonder why. Look, can we just forget about this? I mean, sloppy.

Oh, you'll cherish the memory forever. How poetic. Memorable.

That good, huh? I'm a good kisser? Well, then I guess you are a forgettable one.

Yes, you did set yourself up for that one, mister. Well, at least you're hot. What I meant was, like, I could've done worse.

Shit. You know what I mean. Besides, looks can only get you so far, considering I woke up alone in my own bed.

You lack the necessary skills to seal the deal, apparently. What do you mean, that's not what I said last night? God, what did I say? No.

I don't believe you. Bullshit. Why are you opening up your uber app? What? That's my address.

Wait, no. Fuck. Did we? Did we hook up? I told you, I really don't remember.

Oh my god, did we? Tell me we didn't. Tell me.

This is so embarrassing. We didn't? Oh, god.

Thank god. I'm sorry. I just, when I get to that level, I don't know, I just get.

..feral sometimes. Playing the goody two-shoe teacher for 40 hours plus a week kinda. ..

It makes me decompress in the most unhealthy of ways sometimes. What do I mean by that? Nice try, Purr.

I should've jumped on the chance when you had it. Too late now. Drunk me plus dry spell clearly don't mix well.

I honestly couldn't tell you why I even suggested you come home with me last night. Do I need a reminder? A reminder for what? What are you.

.. You shouldn't be doing this. God, you're so naughty.

But really, we should stop this. What do you mean, not until I admit it? Oh? Admit that you're a good kisser.

Fine, fine. You're a good kisser. Can we go now? And that I think you're hot? You drive a hard bargain.

And what if I don't want to admit it? What happens then? Yeah? Is that what you're gonna do? The thing I was begging you for last night? And what might that be? Oh, fuck.

You're going to fuck the answer out of me? That's so dirty. Well, if that's my punishment for not admitting it, I think I may just keep my mouth shut.

A brat? Well, wouldn't be the first time I've been called that by one of my student's fathers. You heard me.

Did I just see someone adjust? I told you I wasn't innocent. And so? What are you waiting for? Don't make a girl a promise you can't keep.

You going to just stand there speechless? Or. ..

Are you going to. .. What was the way you put it? Oh, that's right.

Fuck the answer out of this naughty teacher. Yes. Remind me who that strong, confident fuck from last night was.

Yeah. Turn me around. Push me up against the railing.

God. Is this what you wanted last night? Huh? Is this why you kept me by your side all night? Hugged me to yourself? As I used my body for your pleasure? Fuck.

Sliding your hands all over me? Oh no. Well.

We're all alone now. So. ..

Why don't you show me just how badly you want me? Daddy. Kiss my neck? Your hands? Explore every inch of my tight body? Make me melt under your fingertips? Oh fuck.

Yes. You like how full and supple they are? Yeah.

Massage them through my top? No fuck. Slide your hands under my bra? No.

Pinch my nipples? Like that? No.

Roll them between your fingers? Oh fuck. No.

I want you to use me. Take what you could've last night. Do what I wanted you to do.

Oh god. I love feeling you press up against me like that. Hands all over my body.

Pulling me in tight to you. I can feel how hard you are. Yes.

Yes I do. I like what I feel. I love it.

I need it. That's it. Move your hand to my neck.

Wrap your fingers around my throat. Mark and ravage me. Call me a whore.

Oh god. Again? How fucked I am.

I'm a fucking am. A fucking whore. Nothing but a set of holes to be filled and used.

Hiding behind this bullshit persona. God if these parents knew the shit I've done. The people I've fucked.

The sin I've committed. Fuck. A wise one let their husbands near me.

God no. But that's what you want isn't it? You fucking knew what you were doing last night didn't you? Knew exactly who the fuck I was.

I've seen the disapproving looks your ex-wife used to give me. And the scolding you got when your eyes lingered a tad too long at my cleavage. It's why you stopped coming to those meetings isn't it? And she didn't like her man lusting after the better woman huh? And when you have waited if you knew what a depraved little fuck doll I was behind closed doors.

And then you have resisted knowing I've been bent over my classroom desk more times than I can count. And that I've spent countless hours after work being used and abused by cocks of all shapes and sizes. And that I still can't get enough? Fuck.

Your cock is getting so hard for me. Daddy. I love it.

I fucking do. I want to be the first woman you've been with since leaving that brood. I want to be used by you.

And treated like a brainless cocksleeve. I need to escape. And to turn my brain off and just be ravaged.

Can you do that? No daddy. Good.

And every waking hour planning lessons. Teaching and guiding students. And telling them what to do and how to do it.

I spent every professional minute in control. But this. Right here.

When I lose control. This. Is what I live for.

What I fucking crave. Yes. I love it when you grind into my ass like that.

You're rubbing dick rubbing against me. Nothing but a few thin layers of clothes between us. Uh huh.

I do. I want more. I fucking do.

Stop teasing me. And fucking take it out already. That's it bad boy.

Take your dick out for me. I want to see it. Come on daddy.

Yes. God. It's so fucking perfect.

Fuck. You're so hard for me. How long has it been huh baby? Since you've been with another woman? How long has it been since you felt another woman's pussy wrapped around your dick? How many sexless years did you spend with that god awful bitch of a next wife? Tell me.

That's it. I lift up my skirt and push it against me. Rub it against my thong.

Against my soft skin. My perfect ass. Fuck.

God. All that sticky pre-cum is leaving a mess on my ass. Fuck.

God.