I rested my chin in my palm, struggling to keep my eyes open while Headmistress Fiora lectured. I tried to show interest, but with no less than three weeks of school, I simply couldn't do that. Even with Fiora speaking so loudly, her voice was drowned out, until she called upon me.
"Riven." I heard her voice call out, until she repeated my name a second time as she smacked her meter stick against the blackboard. "Riven!"
I almost jumped out my seat and yawned as I turned my head from the window to face her. She shook her head in disapproval and turned back around, pointing the elongated, yellow ruler at something else I didn't care to learn about. I turned my head back to the window, watching the white clouds gently move in the bright and blue sky, until she called my name again.
"Riven!" I heard her heels click against the tile floor as she paced to me.
I looked up at her with my chin still in my palm, moving my eyes to meet hers. "Sorry."
"Sorry is not good enough." She said as she smacked my wrist with her ruler, causing me to lift my head with my neck instead of resting it in my hand. "Stay after the bell."
I nodded and frowned, waiting for her to return back to the blackboard with her rear facing me, so that I could gaze out the glass once again. Shame… I thought, only five minutes left of class and I had went and got myself detention, especially with that bitch of a teacher. I was going to get an ear-full for sure, everyone did when she was yelling at them.
The bell rung and everyone almost left class before the sound even ended. I stood up out of my desk, taking my textbook to where everyone places it at the end of the day. I tried to leave the classroom, before she could notice. But she did.
"Ah, ah! Riven" She walked towards me hastily, closing the door before I could leave. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Uh…" I turned my head and stared at the locked door. "Home…"
"You have detention, mademoiselle." She responded, walking away to grab a chair from one of the desks, placing it in the middle of the classroom. "Sit."
"How long do I have to stay?" I said while I sat in the remote chair and stared at all the rows and columns of desks and chairs in front of me.
Instead of a response, I heard her pull open one of her metal drawers at her large desk. I tried to see what it was that she pulled out, but she hid it behind her back while walking back towards me.
"Face forward." She commanded as she grabbed my hands, bringing them behind the chair. She held my wrists together and wrapped something around it, a rope – perhaps.
"W-what're you doing?!" I asked as I turned my head around while trying to move my hands. She tied the rope to the chair as well, keeping my hands in one place.
"I'm ensuring that you listen, mademoiselle." She replied to me as she circled around, standing at my feet with a brown rope in her hand. She knelt down and wrapped my ankles around the chair's legs, I tried to kick her away but she held me down – she was strong, surprisingly.
"Headmistress Laurent!" I screamed out as she walked to the windows I was staring out of earlier. She slid the blinds from left to right. The only thing lighting the room now was the single light above my head. "Miss!"
"No distractions now, huh?" She walked back to me, slowly circling me as my eyes followed her. She stopped in front of me as she did before, leaning forward so that our noses were nearly touching.
"Headmistress…" I whispered as her smile grew larger. "Y-you're really close."
"Shy, are we?" She said as she moved away from my face and returned to circling me.
"N-no." I replied, swallowing nothing.
"Don't worry Riven, there is no need to lie." She stopped in front of me for the third time. But instead of tying my ankles down or getting really close to my face, this time – she sat in my lap.
I felt her breath leave her nose and hit my face. I stared at her curved lips before I locked eyes with her, gulping my spit. She leaned in and pressed those lips against my nose before she retracted her face to lean back in again to kiss my lips.
"Headmistress…" I responded. I was surprised with myself, I expected to spit her taste out my mouth but I found myself licking my lips. "W-why did you do that?"
"No reason." Fiora laughed as she stood up, walking behind me.
I felt her breath on my neck, and soon I felt her hands massage my shoulders. I listened to her humming as her hands moved down my torso, feeling my body through the white fabric I called clothes. She moved back in front of me, kneeling onto both her knees as she let her hands roam my legs.
"You have nice legs." She commented as she licked her lips, moving her hands up to my thighs, pushing away my purple thigh-guard as she rolled back the white fabric which acted as a skirt. She bit her lower lip as she stared at my panties, then she laughed and stood up because she saw how wet I was.
"I like what I see." She commented as she smirked. "I know you do as well, otherwise you wouldn't be dripping onto my chair."
Fiora began to unbutton her navy-blue jacket which was already seldom done up so that her black brassiere was peeking through. She had only three buttons to push back through their holes and when she did she wore a wrinkly white dress shirt underneath which she quickly discarded and placed on the desk behind her.
Now she only stood in a lace-black brassiere, a dark navy-blue high-waist skirt and black thigh-high stockings which matched her bra and hopefully - her panties. Her lips kept curved upwards as she walked behind the chair, I felt her untie the rope and I moved my hands to my lap, rubbing my bruised wrists uncomfortably.
"Promise you won't run?" She asked as she squatted down and began to undo the rope around my ankles.
"I'm not going to run." I responded, and after I did so I could finally move my feet again.
She held her hand out and I took it. She yanked me to my feet and guided me to her desk. She pushed aside random staff photos and tests she still had to mark and threw me onto it, getting on the desk herself as she straddled my waist. Our tongues danced together and I found myself groping her backside. I felt her hands sliding down my body, but she moved them back disappointedly as they were blocked by my clothing. She then withdrew from the kiss and I found myself disappointed.
"Take your clothes off." She ordered as she got off of me, sitting down into her rolling chair.
I began blushing and felt like I was put on display for her, but I realized she was wearing no top, just a skirt and a brassiere (except for high-heels and stockings, but that didn't count as clothes – they were bonuses). I moved to the edge of the desk closest to her and I awkwardly stared at her. I reached for the clasps that held my armour shut, pulling on it as the deep-purple pieces fell from my body, leaving me in white, cloth coverings.
"All of it." She commanded as she placed her right leg over the left.
I bit my lower lip and blushed even more. I pulled my belt off, dropping it and the single thigh-pad it held on the floor. I stood up from the edge of the desk, right in front of Headmistress Laurent – which was her official teaching name. I slid my feet out my sandals and then pulled off the singular green shin-pad. Afterwards I took off a brown leather fabric from my right shoulder and as well as removed a green shoulder plate from my right. There I stood right in front of her, surrounded by little armour pieces scattered around the floor, in nothing but a white, cloth wrapping which shortly fell to the ground afterwards since no armour pieces kept it pressed against my body.
"Nice undergarments." She commented. It was more of a mock though, my brassiere and panties were simply white, unlike her exquisite set she wore as of right now. "I want them off as well. And place your panties on the desk, the janitor will question the smell of womanly excitement of where I sit."
I nodded and undid my brassiere, throwing it to the floor before I pulled my panties down and raise my feet out of it, placing it on the corner of her desk just as she asked.
Headmistress Laurent made a pleased sound and got out her chair and pushed my rear against the desk's border. She kissed my neck and felt my back and ass with her needy hands.
"Je pense que vous êtes très sexy~." She whispered in my ear in French. "I think you're very sexy."
"Mais, vous êtes plus sexy nue." She whispered again once she descended her lips to my breasts. "You are even sexier naked."
I let my nails dig into her rear even more, feeling the navy-blue fabric of her skirt on my fingertips. I raised my chin up and bit my lower lip, closing my eyes while I moaned out, feeling her tongue rotate around my right nipple as her hand tweaked my left.
"You're not as shy as you appear." Fiora said to me as she descended my body even more, falling onto her knees as she parted my legs. Two of her hands roamed my thighs, caressing my legs as she rubbed her palms up and down on my skin.
"Oops! Je suis toujours vêtu!" She said as she jumped to her feet, speaking again as she began to grab the waistline of her skirt. "I am still wearing clothes!"
I lightly chuckled from her comical realization, but I hadn't even noticed myself. She pulled down the skirt and climbed out of it with some struggle due to her heels. There she stood with matching stockings, panties and lingerie – she even had black glasses and black heels to top it all off.
"You dress very – different – for a teacher." I commented.
"C'est sexy, non? It captures the male students' eye, and keeps them paying attention." She smiled as she replied. "But I'm not straight, I go for woman like you."
I remained silent and nodded my head. I ogled Fiora, my mouth watering because this – display - Headmistress Laurent put on for me for was just fascinating. I felt excitement building in my core, just as Fiora began to recall back onto her knees.
"It is better if I leave some on, no?" She asked me as she looked up at me through her glasses.
I nodded and then she parted my legs. She leaned in and watched my inner-thighs, shaking her head in disapproval.
"My, my, my. Vous êtes très excite. You're very wet."
I blushed once again, as much as I was when she watched me strip moments prior. As I closed my eyes and breathed in, I suddenly found myself letting out a gasp as well as shooting my eyes open. I looked down and saw Fiora's head between my thighs, her hands groping my rear as her tongue gave a second stroke.
I felt the need to grab her hair, and felt the even more need to run my fingers through it. I tried to supress my moans by biting my lower lip – I was doing so much of that today. When my moans did escape my mouth however – they were animalistic, so alien to me, pleasing myself hadn't gotten me to be so expressive before.
I let out a – gasp and my thighs – by their own accord – squeezed around Fiora's neck. I tried to buck my hips closer, so that her tongue was more firmly pressed against my sex. She moved her hands from my rear and began to massage my thighs, looking up at me through her black frames while her smile was sheathed between my legs.
She pushed in a finger and I almost screamed, bending forward with a shudder – before I returned back to resting my rear against the desk with more reasonable pleas of pleasure. A second finger joined the single one and I did the same thing again – she was toying with me at this point, pumping quicker and harsher, making me moan so loud that I could somewhat hear my voice echo throughout the empty classroom.
She removed her head from between my thighs and looked up at me, her wet lips curved upwards sinfully as her fingers got even more quicker, vehemently pumping in my womanhood with brief curls at the end of each thrust.
"M-Miss!" I called out, unable to form a proper sentence.
She raised her eyebrow and started to rub my clitoris with her thumb.
"I'm-"
"I know." She cut me off, and on cue, I started cumming. Juices surged out between my thighs and onto her forearm. My hips kept bucking against her deft thrusts, my voice was hoarse as I screamed out profanity. I could barely breathe and feel anything except for her inside me. She withdrew her fingers finally and brought them to her mouth as she stood up. She sucked on her digits, savouring my taste knuckle-deep.
"Délicieux!" She smiled as she sucked her fingers dry, popping them out her mouth as she removed them.
"Good…" She said, examining my heaving chest and sweaty body. "Lie down."
I nodded and did so. She got on the desk as well and straddled my waist, just like before, when we were both wearing some clothes. She brought two hands and began to massage my breasts, licking her lips before she leaned in and took a salmon peak between her smirk. She alternated between tweaking each nipple and biting down on them, giving both the attentive needs they both required.
Fiora stopped and rose up, standing on the desk with each heel beside my ears. She reached behind her back and undid her brassiere, it fell onto my face but I blew it off hastily. I licked my lips as I ogled her large, round breasts topped with hard and pink nipples which stood far above me.
Headmistress Laurent began to rub the fabric of her panties, pushing her middle finger against a wet spot as she gathered liquid on her finger. "Je suis très excite. I'm very wet, as well."
She wrapped her thumbs underneath the strings which wrapped her hips and pulled it down her long, stocking-clad legs, leaving it around her ankles as she dropped to her knees, completely nude in nothing but the aforementioned leg garments and black heels.
She squatted down and now her womanhood was directly above my face, I felt the obligation to raise my head up and meet it with my lips, immediately she cooed with approval. I grabbed her rear and dug my nails into her hard flesh, digging into her womanhood as she moaned more sophisticated-like than I did.
"Mm… Riven…" She moaned my name. "I might raise your mark if you do well."
I looked up and saw the sight of the undersides of her large breasts. I watched her play with them – squeezing her mounds while she pinched her nipples. That made me want to dig in even more.
"Bon appetite!" She announced as she bent over me, my vision clouded by her midriff. I heard her hands fall flat against the desk and I could tell she was grabbing the edges, holding on. I was doing better than I thought I was.
"Maybe – I – might – keep – this – large – desk." She said a single word between each and every moan. "It – has – finally – found – a – good – use."
She hung her head down, staring at the desk's surface. She let out a loud moan, louder than the rest of her other ones – and I heard the metal shift as she gripped the desk. Her hips ground wildly, riding my tongue which soon I added two of my fingers to the mix. I pumped intensely, feeling her shudders as her bucking grew spasmodically.
An elongated moan escaped her lips as she began to shake on my face. She struggled to push her rear down, so that my fingers were deeper and so that my tongue was pressed firmer. I curled my fingers inside her, listening to her oral presentation of vulgar in both French and English.
"Y-you're good – Riven!" She ground her hips quicker. "Plus vite! Faster, Riven! F-faster!"
I obeyed her pleas and did just so. I sped up so quickly my arm felt numb and I couldn't feel my tongue any longer. I withdrew my mouth from her cavern and leaned my head back, all so that I could focus on pumping my fingers between her squatting thighs.
"Oui, oui, oui!" She screamed out yes three times in French. "I'm cumming!"
At the end of her sentence, clear juices spilled out her sex and onto my face, running down my body and onto her desk. I didn't stop though, just as she did to me earlier. I kept thrusting my fingers, prolonging her orgasm, drawing out her climax to its fullest intent. I planned on getting my marks higher – if she was being serious about that.
She raised her leg and got off my face after I finally stopped. She dropped to her feet and I watched her as I sucked her juices off my fingers, wiping my face as well. Fiora walked back to me and she sat on the edge of the desk, patting the empty space beside her for me to join her company.
"So…" I said as we stared at the dirty blackboard together. "What now?"
"Well… Your mark increases by .5" She turned to me and smiled.
"T-that's all – and you were being serious about increasing my mark?"
"Oui, if you wish to pass this class – you must come again – for more after class lessons."