Overwatch High

I don't own Overwatch

Okay, that costume was a crime. For one it looked like she was naked from the chest down and she only seemed to be wearing what came down to essentially a skirt made of leathery wings.

"H-holy cow Ms. Vaswani you look amazing…" I whispered as she looked herself over.

"Do you think so?" she asked a little embarrassed, "It took me forever to make. I was going to come as a vampire but Ms. Colomar suggested I go the distance this year…"

Holy shit Olivia good call.

"Well…" I stared at her and she blushed under the makeup as I gazed at her taking in her body. "Seriously Ms. Vaswani I have no words…"

I might have had no words but I had some thoughts. I wanted to touch, I wanted to squeeze. I wanted to fondle her in a private room and just have my way with this exotic demonic-looking creature.

She chuckled, "Scott you are quite the flatterer today…" she laughed cheerily and suddenly I couldn't help myself.

Grabbing her hand I dragged her into the bathroom I had just used to get off in Ms. Ziegler. I was going to have myself a hell of a good time.

I placed one of Mr. McCree's out-of-order signs on the bathroom door and shut it. Watching, Ms. Vaswani intently she seemed to be wearing a very knowing look underneath the makeup, as if she knew exactly what was going to happen, but seemed pretty confident in herself that she wouldn't let it. Unlike all the other teachers Ms. Vaswani was the most… I guess the word was she was the more level-headed. She didn't just let me do what I wanted she maintained a strong reasonable level of control... usually.

So I pulled out my camera, "…How about a few pictures to mark the occasion?" I asked simply.

She seemed briefly taken aback, she seemed fully prepared to deny me sex that she didn't expect the rather innocent question of taking pictures of her. "Pictures?" she asked a little dejected.

"Yeah. Come on Ms. Vaswani look at you, we need to document that costume!" I said, gesturing to the vision of exotic creativity that she was. "I want to take pictures, please? Maybe even a recording of you…"

I had surprised her, she hadn't expected it. Essentially our relationship was a small one of domination; she held all the cards with the code phrase only demanding sex when she wanted it. I couldn't, I had to ace a math quiz in her class first if I wanted to do anything with her. She was heavy on the rules…

"I… suppose a few pictures won't hurt." She said softly, watching me intently, "But nothing to risqué…"

No promises. I thought to myself and then I began.

The first picture was her looking off into the distance, you know standard model stuff. Her back arched forward and her head held high to get a good look at her horns, and long neck while pushing out her breasts to accentuate them. I took as many pictures as I could from all angles…

The next was her pressed against the wall as she arched her back and stuck out her wonderfully wide hips and soft backside, even under the 'dragon wings' that made up her skirt you could see its generous shape underneath. She looked over her shoulder and watched as I took more pictures…

Then she leaned on top of the sink, pressing her breasts to it and stuck out her ass as I photographed her from the side. I wanted to lift her skirt and take her right there. Plow her against the counter and listen to her moan as I enjoyed myself but I had to wait, I had to be patient…

"Scott is that enough?" she asked, she sounded a little strained. I had wondered if my plan was working, but I pushed on.

"What are you kidding Ms. Vaswani?" I asked sounding genuinely amazed, "No way, I got to have more of you I can't get enough!" she fidgeted at the implication and the praise, but we continued in silence.

She raised her hands behind her head and presented herself to me; I could tell every inch, every curve of her body in that position and she was just breathtaking. I wanted to caress her shape, holding her in place like a statue while I fondled her body.

"Scott is that enough?" she whimpered softly, watching me intently.

"Not yet. Please Ms. Vaswani just a few more.

She groaned, whether from impatience or something more I didn't know, but I had to keep going, I had to keep taking pictures of her like an obsessed cameraman.

It took her some convincing but I got her on all fours in the bathroom. They were essentially super clean this was a girl's bathroom, after all, I'd never ask her to do it in the boys I wasn't a jackass. Her back curved and her rear stuck out as I took more pictures, her head leaning back and watching me over her shoulders.

Surely Scott… this… this is enough?" she asked, she was suddenly a lot more fidgety, and I decided that maybe now was a good time to test my luck.

Without warning I stroked her back… the latex of her costume was rough under my hands but it was soft to the touch like her own skin. It was skin tight, and I could tell instantly that underneath she wasn't wearing anything…

"Scott!" she said firmly, suddenly standing up and watching me sternly.

"Sorry Ms. Vaswani I just wanted to feel the material." I lied; I wanted to feel her, to caress her, to pet her like an exotic creature from a fantasy world. Suddenly I imagined her in a collar and on a leash, blessedly moaning my name and begging for more attention as she sat on her knees before me.

I would pet her, stoke her, and feed her treats; delicious, exotic and erotic. She would lick me, and caress me as she demanded my attention. I would take what she gave me, the love and affection only a pet could provide but as a woman, my options for playing with her would be significantly larger.

"That's… enough Scott you have enough pictures right?" she said, sounding disappointed.

"I… I guess so Ms. Vaswani…" I said watching her eyes intently, "I'm sorry I didn't know what came over me.

"We both know what came over you." She said, frowning sternly at me and glaring into my eyes. We stood in silence for a moment but I nodded. She was one of the smartest teachers in school, she wasn't an idiot. I was a horny hormone-driven young man in a very lucky situation with multiple teachers and she was an absolutely beautiful woman now dressed in a costume that gave her the appearance of being naked. It wasn't hard for a math teacher to put 2 and 2 together.

"Sorry Ms. Vaswani, thanks for the pictures." I turned to leave, "See you in class…" right before I got to the door, my ears rang at her voice and my dick hardened instinctively.

"It's a shame you couldn't prove me wrong Mr. Snow." She said breathlessly as she watched me, she sent up the offer now it was my turn.

She was a goddess amongst women. "Yep but math is constant it's often repetitive," I replied quickly approaching her, standing inches away from her my lips just a fraction from my own.

Hurry, hurry, hurry say the rest don't you tease me, please.

She licked her lips, watching me, her arousal now evident on her face. "But I suppose we could always check our work-" I barely let her finish as I kissed her, my hands on her exotic body and caressing her breasts through the latex as she moaned her satisfaction.

"You're a tease Satya." I groaned against her mouth as she quickly let her hands drop to my pants.

"You… those pictures of me, are you going to keep them?" she asked quickly stroking my hardening dick as my hands gently pulled away her costume to reveal her breasts and I pinched her nipples.

"I'm going to use them." I replied softly, far too aroused for any sort restraint "I'm going to look at them later tonight while I think of you…" She groaned agonizingly, apparently she liked that idea. "But until then I'm going to ride you like a video-game mount."

I had enough of hard wall fucking today. I wanted to ride her, I wanted to watch her from behind as she squirmed and I penetrated her. Her pants were easy to remove and while she didn't apply any makeup to her lower body spoiling the illusion just slightly, seeing her wide soft ass was more than enough stimulation to make up for it.

"Ride me…" she said looking at me, "I'm a wild beast that needs to be tamed…" I slapped her rear and shoved myself deep inside her letting her roar out her pleasure as I took her. "I'm an animal and I need to be tamed!" she groaned, her eyes wide and glaring into the wall.

She was wild; she was more interested in this than it originally appeared than even I was, apparently. I leaned against her feeling her body heat through the latex as I thrust inside. She was becoming wetter and wetter as my dick penetrated her.

"Come on my wonderful pet." I whispered in her ear, gently stoking her headdress and letting my hands run along the horns she had attached to her head. "Work yourself up for me." she bounced back hard against me, her back moving up and down as if she was trying to buck me off. My mind suddenly imagined we were in the air, I was flying on her back and she was trying to flap her wings…

My God she was so hot she was breathing fire.

I smacked her ass and she yelped, "You want me to cum inside you? Again?" I asked, "You want to lay some eggs for me?"

"I…I want to cum." She replied looking over her shoulder, "You usually make me cum by now."

This was true, when I aced a quiz which was becoming less and less of an occurrence I would eat her out to stimulate her as much as possible and make out our sessions last as long as I could. I was only allowed one shot per quiz, she was very firm about that.

"Well, you were being very mean today." I replied with a childish pout, "Dressing up all sexy and driving me wild. This costume was for me wasn't it?"

She didn't answer and looked away, trying to coax her orgasm as she thrust back against me. I frowned, she was either ignoring me, or not going to answer me to probably spare my feelings. "…Ms. Vaswani, did you wear this for me?"

"…I…" she hesitated, I pulled away deliberately slowing down and she whimpered, suddenly she looked horrified that I was going to leave her unsatisfied. "I… I wore it- I wore it for Lucio!"

I stared at her. Now I might not be the smartest guy in the school, but I'm not a moron. Mr. Lucio and Ms. Vaswani hated each other, even the teachers were aware of that fact. So it was a bald-faced lie right to my face. I knew immediately that it was a spur-of-the-moment answer, she was trying not to tell me the truth and I wasn't going to bite. But suddenly the idea of her trying to impress another guy rung like a violent alarm in my head. Even if I kept repeating to myself that it wasn't true.

And I slammed hard against her, forcing her face to the floor as I violently fucked her pussy. Pummeling it like I was beating it with my hips and punishing her for her deceitful answer, she squealed delightedly as my hips slammed against her ass and I spanked her.

"You're my fucking pet!" I snarled at her, pressing her face to the ground and keeping up a constant thrust. "You have my dick and you try to go out and get more?"

"You're my student…" she whimpered pitifully but was unable to hide her arousal at the words. "I can't keep doing this with you forever."

"I won't be your student forever…" I hissed in her ears, "…You know what bitch? Someone needs to collar you. Show the world who owns you."

"You don't own me." she angrily hissed back, but I applied maximum thrusting and her eyes rolled as she came. Obviously, her body had a different opinion.

"This pussy disagrees…" I growled as I felt her quiver beneath me, "I'm going to go out and get you a collar; something sexy for you to wear in class." She came down quickly and her eyes rolled to look at me, her tongue suddenly lolled and she almost licked the floor in her pleasure.

It was a disgusting idea, and it was so hot…

I pressed her face down as I dominated her, forced my desires and my will into her as I prepared to inseminate my pet. "You like that idea? Wearing my collar in class, in front of everyone, to see that you're in a committed role as my pet? My personal bitch?"

"No…" she groaned, "I don't want to wear your collar…" she moaned pitifully as I felt her tighten around my dick, she was going to cum again. I was going to make her cum. She liked the idea of ownership and her body told me the truth.

"…Then maybe I won't finish you…" I said slowing down, she whimpered horrified, she was so close she wanted me to keep going. "I don't want to be responsible for a pet that won't accept me as her owner."

"N-no!" she groaned at, as her pleasure quickly dropped, "I…I want to be your pet… please finish me! Give me your puppies! Oh God! Ugh!" I quickly slammed against her, rapidly knocking against her womb.

"Are you my bitch, or a dragon? Dragon's lay eggs… I mean I guess D&D wise they're referred to as pups…"

"I'm your bitch!" she shouted bringing me back from my wandering thoughts and she came again, two steady thrusts later and I came too, pressing down upon her as I filled her up as much as I could. Getting as deep as I could and let her tight warm pussy caress my softening length.

"Did you wear this for me?" I asked, completely serious, stroking the prosthetic horns on her head. I really wanted to know. It was kind of odd for her to just meet up with me in the hallway when she had a class to go to. And she just… accepted that this was going to happen. But she didn't answer me, I couldn't tell if she was blushing thanks to the make-up, and she wouldn't meet my eyes with a face like stone etched firmly in place.

"You know…" I began softly, coming down from my pleasure high still inside her, "I guess it doesn't really matter… you're still my pet now, right?"

"…Mr. Snow." She said softly, with firm conviction, "What I say in the moment does not reflect how I feel." She looked at me, suddenly breathing heavily. "…This… relationship we have should never go further than this."

I sighed, and slowly I pulled out of her, slipping her pants back up to keep my fluids inside her. "Yes, Ms. Vaswani." I replied and snapped one last pick of her in costume with her ass in the air.

As we prepared to leave she beat me to the door, "That being said Mr. Snow. I have a very nice selection of chokers you could look at… in my home." She gave me a very mysterious smile, "…One of those could function as your 'collar'... for me."

I hardened in my pants as she walked smugly away to her very late class, her hips swaying exotically for me as she looked over her shoulder and smiled that mysterious smile that could literally mean anything and I briefly wondered if Olivia was wearing something sexy for Halloween…

As I set one of Ms. Vaswani's pictures as my new phone home screen; the one with her arms behind her head. I realized that it certainly wouldn't hurt to find out.

I love Halloween.

End