1. Body Swap


    Date: 8/27/2017, Categories: Fetish, Sex Humor, Taboo, Author: drew1207, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    photo to two guys sitting there. I watched in despair as the three of them leering over the photo, the two guys thinking that this random girl, this slut, was showing them a nude of her. Rage burned within me, and I stalked up to join them. "You think that's good? Take a look at this." I dove a hand into my pocket and pulled out the photo of Sam's s****r. I slammed it on the table. "How hot is my s****r?" From the second I saw the combination of panic and loathing on my own face I knew I had been stupid - but what could I do? I had to teach him a lesson, didn't I? The two audience members to our secret feud goggled at the photo, before looking at me in a mix of awe and disgust. I felt a rush of victory. Sam glared at me, fixed. I met his gaze with a cold stare and, seeing that he was incapable of a come-back, stalked out of the room to my first lesson. ----- I was fuming. Who did she think she was? A small part of my brain knew that I had started it, and had been a dick, but she had crossed a line. My s****r would hear of it for sure, and I would slowly die of embarrassment. I had to get back at her, I knew I had to make her pay - and I had control of her body, I could do what I wanted. I could commit a crime, get her arrested! No, that wasn't good enough. I wanted her embarrassed, like she made me. Completely embarrassed. That same small part of my brain told me not to let things escalate, but I was blind to any of that. She was a stupid slut and had to be punished. Yeah, ...
    she was a slut. And I would show the whole school. I didn't bother checking what class I was supposed to be in. I stormed up the stairs, but slowed down after nearly tripping. I walked round the school over to the science rooms. A few months ago, one of our teachers, Mr Edmunds, had been involved in a serious case about teaching sex-ed "inappropriately". Everyone knew he was dodgy, and he'd been made to sit through a very serious tribunal, but in the end he had got away with a warning. His classroom was half-way down the corridor. I approached it, and got out Arifa's phone. I went onto her camera and selected video. I started the record, held it hidden behind my back and knocked on the door, praying he didn't have a class for the morning. He opened it a crack, and then fully when he saw who it was. Apparently he had taught Arifa before, because he seemed to recognise her. He was almost fifty, but looking very good on it. He had salt-and-pepper hair, short, and loosely shaved stubble. He wasn't buff but he was strong and square-shouldered. I gave him a smile that I imagined to look flirtatious. "Hi, sir," I purred. My voice was shockingly sexy, and I was loving it. "What can I do for you, Arifa?" I wandered past him into the classroom. I lent back against a desk cluttered with stuff, and slipped Arifa's phone onto the surface. "Oh well, I've got a free-period..." I left the sentence hanging. Meanwhile I carefully nudged the camera around so that it was pointing at the direction ...
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