Highschool Chronicles – Highschool Slut Skype Cams Teacher!!

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Quinn was your average high school student, with her long blonde hair, bright green eyes, and a body that was just starting to blossom into womanhood. She wore her uniform as she walked down the hall, her skirt just short enough to give a peek at her toned thighs.

Mr. Thompson, the math teacher, was new to the school. He was young, attractive, and had a reputation for being a bit of a flirt. When Quinn entered his classroom, she felt his eyes on her, lingering a little too long on her curves.

As the days passed, the looks and suggestive comments continued. Quinn started to blush more, and her heart would race whenever she was in Mr. Thompson’s class. She couldn’t help but notice the way his tie would loosen at the end of the day, the flash of his smile when he caught her eye.

One evening, as Quinn was studying her math homework, she got a Skype call from an unknown number. Curious, she accepted. On the screen appeared the handsome face of Mr. Thompson, looking even more alluring without his suit jacket.

“Quinn,” he purred, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You’ve been quite the distraction in class.”

Quinn blushed hard, but she didn’t hang up. “Oh, Mr. Thompson,” she stammered, “I…I didn’t know.”

“Please, call me Brian,” he winked. “And I think we both know exactly what’s been going on. Tell me, Quinn, have you ever played with yourself, imagining it was me touching you?”

Quinn gasped, shocked by his brazen words. But as she thought about it, she realized yes, she had. She’d touched herself many times, imagining Mr. Thompson’s hands on her body.

“Then do it now, for me,” he commanded. “Show me how much you want me.”

With shaky hands, Quinn undid her blouse, revealing her lacy bra. She reached behind to unclasp it, letting her perfect breasts fall free. Mr. Thompson – Brian – groaned appreciatively.

“That’s it, baby,” he breathed. “Play with those perfect tits. Imagine it’s my hands touching you.”

Quinn did as she was told, pinching her nipples until they were stiff peaks. She slid a hand under her skirt, into her panties, feeling how wet she was. “Brian,” she moaned, “I want you so bad.”

“Rub your little pussy,” he ordered. “I want to hear you moan for me.”

Quinn obeyed, working her clit with her finger, her other hand still playing with her breasts. She could hear Brian’s heavy breathing through the speakers, and it turned her on even more.

“I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered. “Oh god, Brian, I’m gonna cum!”

“That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Cum for me. Cum hard, knowing that you’re mine. Know that no matter what, you will always be my dirty little slut.”

With a cry, Quinn came, her pussy clenching and spasming around her finger as waves of pleasure washed over her. She collapsed back on her bed, panting and spent.

As she lay there, catching her breath, she realized she had a newfound hunger for adventure. For secrecy. For depravity. This was just the beginning of the high school slut Skype cams teacher tale, and Quinn couldn’t wait to see what dirty deeds she and Mr. Thompson would get up to next.

From then on, Quinn and Mr. Thompson had Skype sessions often, their interactions growing more heated and experimental with each call. He taught her new ways to touch herself, to pleasure herself, to drive herself wild with desire for him. He sent her naughty videos and messages, always warning her to keep it their little secret.

At school, Quinn walked with an extra sway in her hips, knowing that Mr. Thompson was watching her, wanting her. She’d catch his eye and give him a coy smile, a little wiggle of her fingers, a silent promise of what was to come.

She knew it was wrong, knew they were playing with fire. But the thrill of forbidden desire was too addictive to resist. She was Mr. Thompson’s dirty little slut, and she loved every minute of it.

One day, after a particularly heated Skype session, Mr. Thompson called Quinn to his classroom after school. When she entered, she found him waiting for her, tie loose and face flushed with anticipation.

“Lock the door, baby,” he purred. “It’s time to put all those drills to the test.”

Quinn’s heart raced as she did as she was told. She walked towards him, her schoolgirl uniform making her look even more innocent than she already did. With a deep breath, she let the uniform fall to the ground, revealing that she wore nothing underneath.

Brian whistled lowly as his eyes drifted over her naked body, drinking her in from head to toe. “Fuck, Quinn,” he growled, “you’re even more perfect than I imagined.”

He reached out, cupping her sex in his large hand, feeling how wet she already was. Quinn gasped and bucked against him, desperate for more.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she begged, “It’s time to make me your real life slut.”