Morning light streamed through the office windows as Alex strode confidently into Claire’s book-lined sanctuary, her heart racing with excitement. She had been here before, concealed in the shadows, watching and waiting. And now, armed with the video evidence of Claire pleasuring herself, Alex held all the power over her sexy professor.
She sauntered over to where Claire sat, bent her professor over the desk with a wicked grin, and shoved her tongue down her throat. After a deep, claiming kiss, Alex ducked beneath the large oak desk with a playful wink, folding her long legs into the cramped space. Claire shivered with nervous anticipation, keenly aware of her student’s provocative hiding spot. In the morning quiet, she could hear the rustle of fabric against skin as Alex settled in beneath her. The sound sent a thrill straight to Claire’s core.
A sharp knock at the door signaled the arrival of Claire’s first student appointment. Emma, a voluptuous blonde, strode in confidently, her ample cleavage straining against the low-cut top she wore. Claire’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight, feeling a familiar heat building between her legs.
As the professor and student began discussing coursework, their voices fading into background noise, Alex slowly ran her hands up the smooth skin of Claire’s calves. She could feel the professor tense, her muscles coiling like springs. Claire’s breathing turned shallow, and she shifted in her seat, struggling to maintain composure.
Emma noticed her professor’s flustered state and a knowing smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She leaned forward slightly, offering a better view of her cleavage. Above her, Claire was grateful for the heavy book she held in her lap, hiding the growing evidence of her arousal.
Under the desk, Alex grew bolder. She slipped her hands beneath the hem of Claire’s skirt, dragging her fingers along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Claire shuddered, a small gasp escaping her lips. Emma raised an eyebrow, her Interest piqued.
Alex wasted no time, tugging aside the flimsy lace of Claire’s panties and dipping her fingers into the professor’s dripping pussy. Claire was mortified, turned on and terrified at the same time. She hid behind her book, eyes screwed shut, trying to silently reach her peak.
Emma watched the scene unfold, her own desire growing. She shifted in her seat, squeezing her thighs together to relieve some of the pressure building there. The room was heavy with the sound of ragged breathing and the sweet, heady scent of Claire’s arousal.
Claire climaxed with a barely audible whimper, her body shuddering and twitching. In her passion, she knocked a stack of papers off the desk, sending them fluttering to the floor like autumn leaves. Flushed a deep red and avoiding eye contact, she quickly assured Emma she was getting an A on her assignment, dismissing the smirking student.
As soon as Emma had left, closing the door softly behind her, Claire launched herself at the door, locking it with trembling fingers. Alex emerged from her hiding spot, a wicked grin painted across her face.
“My my, Professor,” she purred, prowling closer to the flustered older woman. “You certainly seemed to enjoy that.”
Claire’s cheeks flamed with humiliation, but she couldn’t deny the thrill the experience had given her. The fear of being caught, the sheer submissive nature of the act… It had been exquisite.
She sagged into Alex’s arms, pliant and willing. Alex’s lips brushed the shell of her ear, her voice low and commanding.
“On your knees, Claire,” Alex ordered, pushing the professor to the floor. “You’re going to lick my pussy until I say you can stop.”
Claire obeyed eagerly, her tongue darting out to taste Alex’s dripping folds. Above her, Alex moaned, her hands tangling in Claire’s fiery hair. They lost themselves in the moment, the thrill of domination and submission driving them both towards ecstasy.
After Alex shuddered through a powerful orgasm, she pulled a dazed and disheveled Claire to her feet. They shared a heated, hungry kiss before Alex reluctantly pulled away to gather her things. As Claire walked Alex to the door, still trying to catch her breath, Alex paused, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Until next time, Professor. Don’t forget your homework.”
She pressed a small bullet vibrator into Claire’s palm, smirking. “I expect you to wear this, turned on, for the duration of all your classes tomorrow. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come when we meet again.”
Claire’s eyes widened as Alex pressed the small, innocuous-looking vibrator into her palm. The cool metal seemed to thrum with an energy all its own, a tangible reminder of the deliciously wicked game they were playing.
Her heart raced at the thought of spending an entire day in a state of perpetual arousal, her body thrumming with need, always on the edge but never allowed to topple over. It would be a sweet agony, a torturous pleasure that would keep her on her toes.
With a wink and a saucy smile, Alex was gone, leaving a flustered and achingly aroused Claire in her wake. Claire stared at the toy, a mix of dread and want swirling in her belly. It was going to be a long day tomorrow.
As the door clicked shut behind Alex, Claire’s mind was already racing ahead to tomorrow. How would she survive the day? How would she keep her composure in front of all her students, when all she would be able to think about was the insistent buzzing between her legs, the slickness of her desire running down her thighs.
Yet, despite her nerves, she could feel herself getting wet, her body excited by Alex’s demanding words. She knew she would listen, even if it embarrassed or tortured her.
Her fingers tightened around the vibrator, knuckles turning white with the force of her grip. She bit down hard on her lower lip to stifle any more whimpers that threatened to spill out. The taste of Alex still lingering in her mouth only stoked her need higher. She knew it would be a long day, achingly aroused yet unable to find release. The thought crossed her mind – what if she lost control and climaxed in front of her entire class? The idea both mortified and thrilled her.
But god, she couldn’t wait.
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