The White Button's Secret

Megan was a student at Delano High School. She had brown skin, a round face, and small, brown eyes. Her smooth, black hair hung down to her shoulders. Her breasts were very large for a 16 year old (32DD).

Earlier that day, Megan's math teacher, Mr. Taylor, gave her detention after she came to school late for the third time in a row. She was wearing a white, buttoned blouse with a tight pair of jeans, and white sneakers. It was 3:24 and she was sitting in a blue, plastic chair, in room 118.

Mr. Taylor was a 6'2, thin, light-skinned man. He was wearing a canary yellow, buttoned shirt, which was tucked into a pair of tan khakis, and white shoes. A pair of horn-rimmed glasses hung from the bridge of his long nose. His black hair was neatly combed, and he had no facial hair.

Bored, Megan got up and walked over to the teacher's desk. He didn't notice her until she put her hands on the brown, wooden desk and bent over. The way she was positioned allow Mr. Taylor to see down her shirt, where the top three buttons were undone. Her hands were together, causing her arms to squeeze her breasts together.

Mr. Taylor's brown eyes shifted from the white pages of his book to Megan's chest. As she had planned, the first thing he saw was the top of her breasts. When he realized that he was staring, he quickly looked at her smiling face.

"Nice, huh?", she said, sweetly, tilting her head.

Mr. Taylor's brown eyes shifted from the white pages of his book to Megan's chest. As she had planned, the first thing he saw was the top of her breasts. When he realized that he was staring, he quickly looked at her smiling face.

"Nice, huh?", she said, mischievously.

"W-what?", he asked, nervously.

"That book. I saw that movie on Cinemax."

With both hands, Mr. Taylor tipped the book so he could see the cover, then breathed a short sigh of relief. "Oh. It was a good movie, but I prefer the novel."

"Can I read it with you?"

"I guess so. Have a seat."

"Thanks", she grinned. Without warning, she sat on his lap, prompting him to raise his arms on impulse. The way she was positioned made the aroused man even more uncomfortable. To make matters worse, she then wiggled her ass over his cock so she could get more comfortable, then leaned backwards, into his chest.

"Miss Sherwood...?"

"Yes?", Megan replied, innocently, looking up, at him.

"Can you please sit in a chair?"

"What's wrong?" She wiggled in his lap, still looking at him. "It feels like you like that." She smiled.

Mr. Taylor cleared his throat. "This is very inappropriate."

Megan rose off of him, anyway, and stepped to the closed, windowless door, which was a few feet to the left of the teacher's desk. Slowly, she undid the third, fourth, and fifth buttons of her blouse.

"Megan..." Mr. Taylor turned his head to the side, but his eyes refused to follow Megan. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. It took some time for him to realize that he was sitting in his own desk chair, without any buttons on his shirt.

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