Tell A Trusted Adult (That You Want To Fuck)

This totally random guy hit on me today. No lie! I was walking to P.E., and he said “you’re such a babe; I’d do you so hard.” I found that to be extremely inappropriate for a Catholic School. Of course I had to report it! That is sexual harassment in it’s most primitive form, obviously. So, like, I changed into my cutest outfit and ditched P.E. I knew what I had to do . . . tell a teacher! Mr. Collins had a stack of ACT prep assignments on his desk, and he looked deep in thought. God, I couldn’t stop thinking about how big his dick was. It could probably plow right through me, and I wanted it so bad, my plump little pussy lips swelled up at the thought. Mr. Collins looked up when he saw me and gave me a smoldering stare. Probably because he liked the micro mini-skirt and see through bralette top I was wearing. “Mr. Collins,” I said breathily, “a student has just sexually propositioned me and made me feel objectified.” Hoping that my protective, alpha-male teacher would swoop in and beat the shit out of him (oh! and also fuck me), I pouted all damsel-in-distress-like, and played with the hem of my skirt. When his jaw twitched and his eyes got wide, I added the real kicker. “I’m not wearing any panties,” I whispered. “If I bend over your desk, will you make sure my cum dumpster hole wont be exposed when I spread my legs in class?”

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