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It was a quarter to five on a Thursday afternoon, school was out for the day and finally the weekend was within my sights. I was on my own in the empty classroom, marking a week’s worth of papers, the task was dull and my mind drifted to all sorts of devious thoughts as my hands ticked, graded and drew stars.
My mind turned to my Master, and the things he’d do to me that evening, in the silence of the room I could hear my heartbeat accelerate, like a drum, I squirmed in my seat thinking about my beautifully shaved pussy, and the way my silk thong gripped on my clit and pried my ass cheeks apart. Perhaps it was unprofessional, but Master’s orders were to be obeyed regardless of the social norms and petty rules. My master’s rules were gospel. My pussy twinged at the thought, and I could feel my juices soak the thin fabric, my thighs rubbed together as I shifted and I felt them slick with my juices.
Absentmindedly I reached under my skirt, pulling it up to my hips, leaving a little of the fabric under my ass – after all – it would never do to drip my juices all over the teacher’s chair. The movement of my hips on the chair as I shimmied my skirt up higher only turned me on more, I spread my legs and feeling so unbelievably hot I snapped a picture and sent it to my Master, begging him to let me touch my aching pussy.
I waited eagerly for his reply, hoping he’d say yes, while my hips glided on the seat and my teeth bit into my lip – I tried to distract myself with work, but it wasn’t enough to keep my mind off my wet pussy all exposed, with my juices spread on my inner thighs, and the feelng of pure electricity flowing through me at the thought of his touch, grinding my pussy lips down on the hard wood I let out a moan which only turned me on more. My cell vibrated and I pounced on it, opening my latest message. With bated breath I read his words, giving me permission to cum, “oh Master,” I whispered into the empty room, “thank you,” I quickly texted back a reply, wishing that he was there to watch me, but he’d have me to himself soon enough.
Pulling my thong to one side I slipped my fingers into my welcoming heat, my back arched with pleasure and I moaned softly, “oh fuck,” I whispered as I gently eased a finger into my waiting hole, needing to work as well as pleasure myself I grabbed a marker pen off the desk and shoved it up into my pussy, pumping it in and out a few times, before pushing it in as far as it would go and sitting on it, moving my hips in circles, feeling it move inside me.
Still craving, I pulled it all the way out, licked it, sucked my juices off, then rolled in between my pussy lips till it was nice and slippery, then I slipped it into my ass.
“mmmmm,” I moaned as I sat down on it slowly, feeling my ass clench around it.
I slowly moved my ass in little circles, leaving my pussy empty. I continued my work with little moans of pleasure. I pulled on my thong, pulling it in tighter between my ass cheeks, forcing the marker in deeper. I promised myself that if I finished the whole pile of paper in front of me in less than ten minutes then I’d let go, open my legs and cum right there in the middle of the classroom, fuck I’d let myself quirt all over the teacher’s desk and to hell with it. Who’s to say I couldn’t bend over the desk and fuck my ass with the marker that’s pushed all the way in? I kept my mind busy with all the possibilities, as I steadily made progress.
Finally I was done, slowly I parted my thighs and pulled my thong to one side, dipping my fingers into my juices felt heavenly. In a moment of uncontrolled lust I got up, slid my thong down and stepped out of them. With one hand up behind me pumping the marker in and out of my ass, I lifted one high-heel up onto the chair, while my other hand was buried in my pussy.
I wanted my Master to see what his little slut was doing, I wanted to feel his eyes on me, his desire for me lighting his eyes, I wanted to show him just how slutty I could be, bringing my fingers to my mouth and sucking on them before returning them back to my melting snatch. I wanted to beg for release, to plead for an orgasm, bending over the desk, rubbing my clit against the edge of the desk I snapped a picture of my ass still penetrated with the thick whiteboard marker. My pussy was grinding against the desk, spreading juices everywhere, I hopped up on the desk, leant back, spread my legs and attacked my pussy, hard fast strokes drawing me closer and closer and closer to a mindblowing orgasm. I could feel the heat building up, burning, I was so close, moaning uncontrollably, begging my non-existent master to let me cum, I could feel my juices leaking out onto the desk and I moaned even louder, just as I could feel my walls pulsing and my breath come in shallow gasps, back arching in ecstasy, lips parted in a silent scream I opened my eyes and saw 2 of my students standing in the doorway, grinning, call phones out. My body tensed, I hit my orgasm and squirted on the desk as I tried to collect myself, trying to pull my skirt down over my hips to cover my dripping pussy.
I was blushing with shame and not sure what to say, how could I explain this away?
The young boy took the problem out of my hands, “you know, Miss,” he said not trying to conceal his erection, “I reackon you should clean that up,”
“with your tongue,” added the girl who up until that moment had her hand down in her panties, obviously fingering herself.
I looked at them, ,from one to another trying to figure out what to do, confused and afraid of what they’d seen. “don’t worry, Miss, we won’t tell,” the boy said, “we just expect you to follow our orders,”
The girl nodded her agreement, “now lick your juices off the desk,”
Stunned into silence, I consented, leaning over the desk, ass high in the air, the marker showing through the tight material of my skirt, and I licked up my juices, the boy stepped up behind me and thrust the marker hard into my ass, I moaned in surprise, “fuck, but this is going to be fun,” he said to his friend, “he started to lift my skirt and I turned around quickly, “tsk tsk tsk,” he tutted, “Marie and I have pictures of what you were doing,”
“I shot a video,” marie said, the boy looked at her, “you’re a fucking genius,” he whispered, “I’d love to see that again,” turning back to me he explained how it was going to be, “unless you want those beautifully naughty pictures and video to reach the principle, I suggest you obey us,”
I hung my head, “shit,” I muttered.
“now turn around, bend over and finish cleaning up your mess,” he said.
I complied, shame burning my cheeks, as he reached for my hem, pulled it up over my ass, Marie was there taking pictures as he stroked my ass, and played with the marker, he didn’t seem to know what he was doing, but I wasn’t sure how to use that to my advantage.”
“she looks like she likes the taste of herself,” Marie said.
“do you?” he asked me.
I nodded.
“I want to taste,” he said
“me too,” Marie chimed in.
“oh fuck,” I muttered, not sure how to get myself out of this mess.
They looked at each other, “you first” the boy said, Marie giggled and kissed him on the lips, he reached between her legs and she moaned into his mouth, “go get a taste, baby,” he whispered to her, watching as she commanded me up onto the desk I’d just finished cleaning, odered me to raise my skirt and spread my legs, and she slowly bent into me, dragging her tongue from hole to clit, “so …?” her boyfriend demanded, “yummy,” she said with a giggle, “taste?” he kissed her, and I couldn’t help being turned on at the sight of them kissing with my juices being mixed with their joint saliva, “your turn, Vinnie,” she said with a giggle, and I gasped as he roughly sucked on me, “you need to suck her cum out of her,” he said to Marie who giggled, “kiss me again,” she said.
I stayed, spread open on the desk, heart thumping, cursing my lust that had put me in this compromising situation, I cringed as I thought of the explaining I’d have to do to my Master before the night was out.
“Vinnie, we’re gonna miss the bus!” Marie said breaking apart from their cum-smeared kiss, “oh shit! This was just starting to be fun!” he muttered, hand still firmly between Marie’s legs, she sighed, “we’ll have to finish this up after the weekend,” she said.
Vincent came over to me, “looks like we’ve got to take off, and if you’d like to keep your job I suggest you stay behind after work next Sunday, Marie and I would love to play with you some more.
I was dumbfounded, “if youre not here, I’ll go straight to the principle. Are we clear?”
I nodded.
“good,” he kissed my lips, reached under my skirt and pinched, “till next week then!” he said with a sly smile, looping his arm around marie’s waist and leaving my classroom.
My knees buckled as I got down from the desk, I searched for my thong for ages before I realized that sneaky little boy had taken it. Still wet, still horny, still needing my Master I packed up and left the premises, not knowing how I was going to explain it, hoping my punishment wouldn’t be too severe.
Perhaps he’d even be amused at the thought of two little school children gaining the upperhand over his slutty little sub.
Only time would tell.
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