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pussies.”

“So, you like looking at them?” She smiled like a predator. “That’s very honest of you.” She stood up and moved closer, sitting in the chair right next to me. As she crossed her legs again I caught a flash of bare thigh above her stockings. My cunt clenched.

“Do you ever look at me, Lacy?”

“Yes, Miss”.

“And what do you think when you look at me?”

“I think you’re very good-looking. And…sexy.”

“Thank you, darling. That’s very sweet.”

Then her hand was on my knee. It slid slowly up under my skirt, higher and higher. I was trembling. When her fingers reached the edge of my white cotton panties I was already dripping.

I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath as she rubbed my mound through the thin fabric. My clit was swollen and aching.

“Shall we go somewhere more private?” she whispered.

“Yes please, Miss.”

She took me back to the same toilet cubicle where I’d first spied on her. The second the door locked she pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth.

“Open wider Lacy, you little slut,” she growled. I obeyed. Her kiss was filthy, dominating. While she tongue-fucked my mouth she grabbed my hand and shoved it up under her skirt. She was wearing stockings and silky panties, already soaked.

“Feel how wet you’ve made me, Lacy. Rub my cunt.”

I rubbed her desperately, feeling the heat and slickness through the silk. She moaned into my mouth and slid her hand into my panties. Her fingers found my virgin slit and stroked my dripping lips.

“Oh fuck, you’re soaked, you dirty schoolgirl whore,” she hissed. “This tight little cunt has been aching for me, hasn’t it?”

“Yes, Miss…”

She rubbed my clit in firm circles while I fingered her. It didn’t take long before she came on my hand, grinding against my fingers and biting my lip. Then she focused on me.

She dropped to her knees in that grubby cubicle, yanked my skirt up and my panties aside, and buried her face between my thighs. Her tongue was magic, long, wet strokes over my clit, then pushing inside my tight hole. She sucked my little clit hard while fingering me. She lifted my leg up over her shoulder giving her better access to my glistening slit.

I came so hard my leg nearly gave out, moaning like a cheap whore while my teacher drank my juices.

That was only the beginning.

The second the cubicle door clicked shut behind me after that first time with Miss Lewis, my legs were shaking so badly I could barely walk. My white cotton panties were absolutely ruined, soaked through with my own juices and her spit. I could feel the wetness cooling against my swollen pussy lips as I hurried out of school, cheeks burning, heart racing.

I didn’t even wait for the bus. I walked the whole way home as fast as I could, thighs rubbing together with every step. Every movement made my soaked panties slide against my sensitive clit. I was dripping down my inner thighs by the time I got to my front door. I prayed my mum wasn’t home.

Thankfully the house was empty.

I went to my room straight away, practically running up the stairs, slammed my bedroom door behind me, and locked it. My hands were trembling as I kicked off my shoes. I threw myself onto my bed on my back, not even bothering to take my uniform off.

I hiked my short pleated school skirt right up around my waist, exposing my drenched white cotton panties. The crotch was almost see-through, clinging obscenely to the shape of my puffy pussy lips. I could smell how horny I was.

“Oh fuck… Miss Lewis…” I whispered to myself, still tasting her on my lips.

I hooked two fingers under the soaked fabric and yanked my panties roughly to the side. My bare teenage cunt was exposed, pink, swollen, and glistening with arousal. My clit was sticking out, throbbing hard.

I didn’t tease myself. I was too desperate.

I shoved two fingers straight into my tight little hole in one go. I was so wet they slid in easily right up to the knuckles. A loud, filthy moan escaped my mouth as I started fucking myself hard and fast, pumping my fingers in and out of my dripping pussy.

With my other hand I attacked my clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles over the swollen little nub. The wet, obscene squelching sounds filled my bedroom as I finger-fucked myself like a whore.

“Fuck… fuck… Miss Lewis licked me there,” I gasped, eyes squeezed shut, replaying every second. Her tongue on my clit. Her fingers inside me. The way she called me her dirty little slut.

I curled my two fingers upward, rubbing that sensitive spot inside me while I rubbed my clit faster. My hips were bucking up off the bed, grinding against my own hand like a desperate bitch in heat.

“Oh god… I’m such a filthy girl… fingering my cunt thinking about my teacher…”

My breathing was ragged. My firm little tits were heaving inside my blouse. My nipples were rock hard, rubbing against the fabric. I could feel my orgasm building fast, hot, tight, and filthy.

I shoved a third finger inside my stretched little pussy, stretching myself open as I imagined Miss Lewis’s tongue flicking my clit. That pushed me over the edge.

I came hard.

My whole body tensed up, thighs shaking violently as my pussy clamped down around my fingers. A long, broken moan tore out of me as my juices gushed around my hand. I kept rubbing my clit through it, drawing out every last wave until I was a trembling, whimpering mess on my bed, skirt bunched around my waist, panties still yanked to the side, fingers buried deep in my spasming cunt.

Even after the main orgasm faded I kept slowly fingering myself, gently rubbing my sensitive clit, riding the aftershocks while I whispered dirty little confessions to my empty bedroom.

Then I put my quim juice soaked fingers into my mouth licking them clean savouring the taste, imagining it was Miss Lewis’s cunt juices I tasted.

“I’m going to let her do it again… I want to be her dirty schoolgirl whore…”

I lay there for a long time afterwards, panting, my soaked fingers still lazily playing with my dripping pussy, already wondering when I could feel Miss Lewis’s tongue on me again.

That was the moment I knew I was hooked, completely addicted to being used and degraded. And it was only the beginning.

For the next eighteen months Miss Lewis turned me into her personal fucktoy.

We’d meet in that same cubicle during lunch breaks. Sometimes she’d make me eat her pussy while she sat on the toilet, legs spread wide, calling me her “eager little cunt-licker.” Other times she’d bend me over, spank my bare arse until it was red, then finger-fuck me from behind while telling me what a filthy lesbian slut I was becoming.

She taught me to love degradation.

“You’re just a dirty schoolgirl whore, aren’t you, Lacy? Getting your tight little cunt licked by your teacher in the toilets like a desperate lesbian bitch.”

I’d nod frantically, cumming on her tongue every single time.

The best times were when she took me to her house after school.

The first time she drove me there I was nervous and dripping. As soon as we got through the door she pushed me against the wall and kissed me like she owned me.

“Strip, slut.”

I peeled off my uniform until I was standing there in just my white cotton panties and socks. She circled me like a wolf, running her hands over my firm teenage tits, pinching my nipples until I whimpered.

“Such pretty little tits. And this smooth young cunt…” She yanked my panties down and shoved two fingers straight inside me. “Already soaking for your teacher’s tongue.”

She dragged me to her bedroom, threw me on the bed, and spent hours ruining me.

She sat on my face first, grinding her wet pussy all over my mouth and nose while she called me her “toilet cunt slave.” I licked her arsehole when she ordered me to, pushing my tongue deep inside her while she rubbed her clit. She came hard, flooding my face with her juices.

Then she returned the favour. She tied my wrists to the headboard, spread my legs obscenely wide, and ate my pussy like a starving woman. She sucked my clit, finger-fucked me, even pushed a finger into my virgin arse while she licked me. I came so many times I lost count, screaming her name, begging her not to stop.

She introduced me to toys that night. A thick vibrator that she worked in and out of my tight cunt while sucking my clit. A smaller one she used on my arse. By the end I was a shaking, quim juice-covered mess, pussy gaping and leaking all over her expensive cotton sheets.

“You’re mine now, Lacy,” she whispered as she kissed me, feeding me my own juices. “My secret little schoolgirl lesbian whore.”

Over those last two years at school she completely corrupted me.

She made me wear no panties to school so she could finger me under the desk during detention. She took me to her house and made me lick her pussy while she talked on the phone to other teachers. She even invited her discreet lesbian friend round once and made me service both of them, eating pussy and arse while they called me their “young cum rag.”

She taught me to deep throat her strap-on, to beg for degradation, to cum from having my arse fingered and my clit sucked at the same time. She turned me from an innocent curious girl into a cock-and-pussy-hungry bisexual slut who craved filth.

By the time I left school I was addicted. I still think about Miss Lewis when I’m riding a thick black cock or sitting on another woman’s face. She awakened the dirty whore I was always meant to be.

And I’ve never looked back.

The End… or just the beginning of my filthy life.

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