The Devil’s Pact Sex Slave Chronicles
Copyright 2015

Mrs. Corra: Progressive Teaching

Note: Damien, Miss Sullivan’s boyfriend, was given his math teacher, Mrs. Corra, to be his sex slave. Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Friday, September 6th, 2013 – Polly Corra – Tacoma, WA

“Today’s lesson is on Pythagorean theorem,” I announced, writing on the whiteboard with a black, dry erase marker after the bell rang, starting First Period of Washington High School. “Who knows what…” My eyes widened, and I tried to stop the soft moan that escaped my lips. The vibrator in my pussy, held in place by a pair of panties, suddenly hummed on, buzzing at its lowest setting. “…it’s…um…used for.”

Mr. Damien Fairburn smirked in the back, leaning back in his chair. Miss Missy Sullivan had scooted her desk right next to his, something students weren’t supposed to do. But they were my Masters, so I could hardly tell them off. Miss Sullivan leaned over and whispered in Mr. Fairburn’s ear. I gasped as the the vibrator clicked to the setting two; a wonderful sensation filled my pussy.

The vibrator was enchanted. One of Miss Sam Soun’s devilish devices. Mr. Fairburn was attuned to it and controlled the toy with his mind, willing it to vibrate. It was getting hard to focus as my pussy was churned into frothy wonder. I barely noticed Miss Brentwood’s hand shot up into the air and waved. She was a prissy, blonde girl wearing a conservative blouse and long, black skirt.

“Yes, Miss Brentwood.” I tried my best to keep my passion out of my voice.

“It’s used to find solve the lengths of right angle triangles,” she proudly stated.

“Yes,” I nodded, turning to right a2+b2=c2 on the whiteboard and drawing a right angle triangle next to it then wrote a, b, and c along the triangle’s sides. “Pythagorean theorem states that the hypotenuses of the triangle,” I pointed to the long side labeled c, “length squared is equal to the two right angle sides squared.” I motioned to sides A and B.

The vibrator kicked up a notch and I moaned, leaning against the whiteboard. I grit my teeth as I struggled to control myself. Miss Sullivan wickedly giggled in the back. I looked and saw her hand busily moving beneath the desk and a large grin on Mr. Fairburn’s face. Then Miss Sullivan pulled out her phone and held it up so they could both look at it. I frowned, then remembered Miss Dawn Cooper, their other sex slave, was streaming some sort of sex show from the boy’s restroom. Miss Sullivan was always making Miss Cooper do humiliating things.

“Are you okay, Mrs. Corra?” Miss Brentwood asked, concern painting her face.

“I’m fine,” I answered, wiping at the sweat bursting out on my brow.

My juices soaked through my panties and my tart arousal perfumed the air. A few of the boys were staring avidly at my chest. I had DD breasts, and today I wore no bra. My nipples prominently pressed against the thin, cotton of my blouse. As I moved, my breasts swayed and my nipples rubbed across the fabric, adding to the stew brewing in my pussy.

“So if a=3 and b=4, what would side c equal to?” I asked.

Mostly blank looks faced me; only Miss Brentwood was working on the problem.

“Oh, my god,” Miss Sullivan suddenly gasped. “She’s got a cock in her mouth and cunt!”

The class all turned around and gaped at the strawberry-blonde, lithe girl. Miss Brentwood flushed crimson, then looked at me for guidance. They all knew that Missy’s sister was the Goddess, though not everyone believed Mr. and Mrs. Glassner’s divinity.

“Just ignore them class. Now, has anyone…” The vibrator kicked up to its middle setting and I gripped the edge of my desk and tried to stifle my moan as a small orgasm steamed through my body.

All the boys, and a few of the girls, were staring wide-eyed at me as my orgasm overwhelmed me. I doubled over, grabbing the edges of my desk. My tits were practically falling out of my blouse, and the entire class could see down my blouse and catch glimpses of my pink nipples. I was on display for them, and that just made the orgasm even more intense.

Lust shined in their eyes, hard-ons bulged in the boy’s pants and girls shifted their thighs as their pussies dampened their panties. I bit my lip, trying to maintain some decorum before my students. Mr. Fairburn and Miss Sullivan smiled at me, enjoying the sight. The pleasure kept quaking through me and my passion couldn’t be contained. I let out a long, low moan.

I suddenly felt free.

It didn’t matter that I was cumming in front of a class of high school students, it just mattered that I was bursting with pleasure. I didn’t fight my orgasm. I embraced it. I threw back my head, pulling the bobby pins out of my hair and letting my lush, curly hair fall about my shoulders.

And then the vibrator stopped.

The class was silent, the students all staring in amazement at me. I smiled, stood up and straightened my clothes, pushing my hair out of my face. Mr. Fairburn winked at me from the back of the classroom and I winked back at him.

“So, who knows the answer to the problem?” I asked as if nothing had happened.

“Um, c=5,” Miss Brentwood answered.

“Correct,” I nodded. “Why don’t you write your solution out on the whiteboard?”

“Okay.” She seemed a little hesitant as I perched on the edge of my desk, my short skirt riding up to show the tops of my thigh-high stockings and the straps of my garter belt.

She talked as she wrote out her math.