Its Not Mine - Innocent High - Teamskeet

I had just finished warming up for my morning jog to class when Mr. Poundersnatch, my teacher, approached me with a lit cigarette in hand. He seemed distracted and asked me to hold it for just a moment while he finished whatever he was doing. Not thinking anything of it, I agreed and stood there patiently as he busied himself with his tasks.

Minutes turned into several more and eventually Coach Chibbles, another teacher who frequently patrolled the hallways during study hall, spotted me still holding the cigarette. He approached me suspiciously, noticing the imprint of a cigarette on my fingertips. He demanded to know what I was doing with the cigarette, but all I could do was stutter incoherently in response to his accusations.

Coach Chibbles didn't believe my story and began to lecture me sternly about respect for school rules. As he stepped closer, wagging his finger menacingly in my face, threatening detention if I didn't explain myself properly, I felt my heart pounding in my chest and a sense of impending doom washing over me.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Reaching up quickly, I grabbed Coach Chibbles by surprise, pressing him against a nearby locker. His eyes widened with fear and confusion as I leaned in close enough to whisper seductively into his ear. "I'll make this deal with you... I'll blow you right here and now if you promise not to mention anything about this cigarette to anyone else," I purred, stroking his cheek softly with the back of my hand.

The look on Coach Chibbles's face turned molten, his eyes darkening with desire as he nodded slowly in agreement. With a mischievous grin spreading across my face, I let go of him, stepping back just enough to give him some room. "Good choice," I said teasingly before dropping to my knees in front of him.

Without further hesitation, I pulled out his already hardened member and started to lavish it with attention, alternating between licking it up and down slowly, and teasing the tip with my tongue, eliciting moans of pleasure from him. The taste of his precum mixed with the salty tang of fear, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control surging through me.

As I continued to pleasure Coach Chibbles, I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. This... This was how I could get ahead in life. This was how I could get what I wanted. With a newfound understanding, I looked up at Coach Chibbles, my eyes shining with a sinister glee. "Does this work for everything?" I asked innocently, perfectly planting the seed for our next illicit encounter.