Teaching Carol - S01 E20

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Teaching Carol - S01 E20

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 20

To Carol’s credit the blind immediately began to rise like a curtain and I was soon able to see her, still standing on the desk and pulling the cord hand over hand, her small breasts jiggling somewhat with the effort, her eyes seeking me out. The look on her face was terribly anxious but she continued to raise the blind until it reached the top. Then, still holding the end of the cord she placed her hands behind her head again, her eyes imploring.

She watched me as I took a picture of her like that, framed in the window and the darkness around it. Her eyes followed my hand as I reached into my pocket and brought out the remote control. I held it up to make sure she could see it as I turned the switch to its highest setting.

Her face immediately began to contort and her mouth fell open and her body bent forward at the waist. I wanted to get another picture then, but the last things I saw were her hands, darting between her legs before she let go of the cord and the venetian blind fell with a crash, cutting off my view.

“OHHHHHHHHH!”

The sound of Carol’s climax was clearly audible even through the glass. I waited a few seconds, then turned off the vibrator and slowly made my way back to the classroom.

Carol was sitting on the desk, bent over, leaning her crossed arms on her thighs and gasping for breath, her face hidden by her short black hair. I gave her some time to recover, looking around the classroom as I did so. I noticed she had written her name in the upper left-hand corner of the blackboard, which gave me an idea.

I walked over to where she was sitting and said, “You let the blind close.”

She glanced up at me, then down again. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, still out of breath.

I took her chin in my hand and raised it so she was looking at me. “Go and open it again.”

Wearily she got slid off the desk and stood. As she walked past the blackboard I told her to stop. “Pick up the chalk.” She did so and stood looking at me. “See where your name is?” She glanced at it then back to me and nodded. “After it I want you to write, ‘is a nasty little girl’. She stood blinking at me for a moment, then turned to the blackboard and wrote the words I’d given her.

When she’d finished I told her to write her name again under the first one and when she had done so I said, “Now write, ‘stood on a desk in this classroom in just her panties’.” She carefully wrote the phrase after her name. Then I added, “...’with a vibrator between her legs’...” She wrote that as well, her hand shaking slightly as she wrote ‘vibrator’. When she was done she put down the chalk, turned back to me and waited. I took a picture of her standing beside what she’d written.

“Good. Now open the blind.”

She walked over to the corner of the room, seized the cord and raised the blind until it was fully open, carefully standing to one side so as not to be visible. I told her to tie it off so it would stay that way, and while she was doing that I placed a chair in front of the counter that ran along the line of windows.

“Get up there. Stand facing the window.”

Her face was a mask of shock, and she started shaking her head, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the chair.

She balked for a moment, whimpering, “Please, Jonathan, don’t...” Then with a stifled sob she climbed up onto the chair and then onto the counter. She stood there, breathing heavily, for a long moment then slowly raised her arms to place her hands behind her head again.

I let her stand there, peering out into the darkness, for a while. Then I reached up and loosened the vibrator, allowing it to fall around her feet. When I tapped her ankle she stepped out of the tangle of straps and stood next to it, feet apart. Unable to resist I reached up and fondled her buttocks for a while, enjoying the feeling of the warm cotton under my hands. She squirmed a little as I did so and made a few small noises, but otherwise said nothing. But when I slipped my fingers into the elastic of her panties and pulled them down to her thighs she let out a long, sad “Ohhhhhh...”

I told her not to move and walked outside again. Standing so close to the window, with the light behind her, her features were barely discernable. Still, I took several full-length shots and a few from the waist up in that light before switching on the camera’s flash and repeating the sequence. All that time Carol stood there looking down at me, her expression nearly blank now.

When I had all the shots I wanted I went back inside and climbed up to stand behind her on the counter. I enjoyed myself for a while, pressing my erection between her naked buttocks while I reached in front of her to fondle her breasts and between her legs while she stood motionless in front of the window.

I could see she was staring at our reflections in the darkened glass, seeing what anyone standing outside looking in would see. I took a couple of one-handed shots of our reflection. Then I turned toward her and, taking her elbow slowly turned her to the left before edging around to stand facing her. Even though she was nearly naked her face was sweating, her expression more anxious than ever. Especially when I placed my hand on top of her head, indicating that she should kneel.

“No, Jonathan, I can’t!” she cried out. “Please don’t make me...” Her voice trailed off and she gestured miserably toward my zipper.

“...Suck my cock,” I prompted her.

She recoiled from my words, but forced herself to meet my gaze. “Please don’t m-make me ss-suck your cock...not here! Not in front of the window!” Her expression grew desperate. “L-let’s go back to my room. I’ll...I’ll...” She swallowed, her throat dry, then went on, “...suh-suck your...c-cock there, okay? As much as you want, okay?"

I gathered her into an embrace, Carol relaxing her arms and wrapping them around my neck while we kissed. Then I looked into her eyes and said, “There’s only one problem with that.”

She looked up at me, her eyes fearful. “What?” she whispered.

I held her gaze for a long moment, then went on, “The problem is...you really want to suck my cock right here, in front of the window where anyone can see you...right?"

Again there was that moment, that inward, almost hypnotized look, as she realized all over again just what she was...and what she wanted.

The expression on her face became one of anger, and without another word she sank to her knees and began, with swift, jerky movements, to open my pants and zipper. When she had my pants and underwear down she wasted no time, opening her mouth wide and taking in as much of cock as she could, glaring up at me as she began to caress me with her tongue and lips.

It went on like that for several minutes. Carol’s eyes never left mine as she pleasured me—I took several close-ups of her looking directly into the camera with her lips around the head of my cock. And as I watched she seemed to get angrier and angrier until suddenly she stopped and jumped down to the floor. She pulled her panties back up and stomped over to the blackboard, where she picked up the chalk, wrote her name again just below the first two and followed it with, “…sucked Jonathan’s cock in the window where anyone could see her.”

She then retrieved her purse from under the desk, opened it and rummaged around for a moment before coming up with a small prescription bottle. She walked back to me and slapped the bottle into my hands, then returned to the desk and with one sweep of her arm cleared it off, books and papers flying everywhere. She glared at me again, then turned to the blackboard, wrote her name again and followed it with “…let Jonathan pull down her panties and FUCK HER ON HER DESK,” followed by an exclamation point slashed onto the board so hard that the chalk squealed and then broke in two when she made the dot at the bottom.
She threw the remaining piece at me, coming surprisingly close to my head with it, then without another word lay down on top of the desk, legs apart and feet dangling over the side.

I looked down at the bottle she’d given me and saw from the label that it was a prescription for birth-control pills. Immediately I jumped down to the floor and, holding up my pants with one hand, went to stand at the end of the desk, looking down at her from between her knees. “Is this what you want?”

Her eyes were small glittering points as she stared at my erection from beneath her lowered eyelids and her words came out in a low hiss: “Yesss... Pull down my panties...and...fffuck me.”

Then, as if she couldn’t help it she continued, whispering as if to herself, “Pull down my panties...fuck me...fuck me...with your cock...put your cock...in my pussy...fuck me...oh, fuck me!”

I was tempted—very briefly—to glance at my watch and say, “Whoops! Gotta go!” and pretend to leave, just to see what she would do. But of course I didn’t. Couldn’t. But I couldn’t resist making her beg a little more.

She fell silent and watched as I first took a picture of her spread-eagled on the desk then removed the camera from around my neck and put it aside, then pushed my pants and underwear the rest of the way down—believing, I’m sure, that I was about to do what she’d asked.

But then I leaned forward and slid just the tips of my forefingers under the elastic of her panties and began moving them slowly back and forth, together and apart, across her stomach there, saying, “You’ll have to speak up, I couldn’t hear you.”

I pulled the elastic up and let it snap against her stomach a couple of times then reinserted my fingertips and continued to move them back and forth, smiling innocently at her. “Did you want me to do something with these?”

She looked bewildered for a moment, then realized she was being toyed with. She swallowed, her throat dry, then managed to gasp, “Pull them down...”

“What?”

More loudly: “Pull down my panties!”

“You’re not being very polite...”

“Oh, God! Please... PLEASE pull down my panties! Oh god!
”
Just my fingertips, slowly moving together and apart, now tugging slightly downward.

“Now why would you want me to do a thing like that?”

Her voice fell to a whisper again. “So you can...fffuck me.”

“What?”

She couldn’t take it anymore. She sat bolt upright, wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders and began rubbing herself up and down against me, whimpering into my ear, “Please... Oh, please...fuck me! Pull down my panties and fuck me...OH GOD! FUCK ME NOW!”

So after all that there wasn’t even a chance to pull down her panties—I just reached between her legs and pulled them aside so she could impale herself on me, which she did immediately. She was already so wet that there was almost no resistance as I slid my full length into her. She kept her arms and legs wrapped around me and I held her up as long as I could with a hand on each of her buttocks as she rose and descended on my shaft before I finally slammed her back onto to the desk and finished her there.

When we were both done I retrieved my camera and took one final shot of her, limp and covered in sweat and lying on her desk with the crotch of her panties still pulled aside...and the words she’d written on the blackboard - slightly out of focus but still quite readable - behind her.

To Be Continued...