Laura tidied the papers on her desk as the classroom emptied at the end of the school day. Being a student teacher, she was often busy and late for her softball games after classes had finished. As soon as the last student had left the classroom, she pulled her bag from beneath the desk and pulled out her softball uniform. The large room echoed as she kicked her sensible heels off, and her wheeled chair squeezed as she sat down to pull her socks on. She quickly pulled her purple blazer off, and began to unbutton the tan blouse that contained her ample chest. She shed the cloth that covered her smooth, milky white skin, and soon her curvaceous form was exposed as she stood behind her desk in nothing but a white lace bra and a pair of white satin panties.
Just as Laura was at her most vulnerable, half naked in her classroom, she heard the thunk of the heavy door closing behind her. She spun around to see Anthony, another teacher, leaning against the door frame with a satisfied grin. Laura jumped and grabbed her blazer from the desk, attempting to cover herself. Anthony admired the body of his young colleague, whom he had always seen as professional and classy. Now, as he stared at her voluptuous curves and her pale, china skin, he felt a strong urge that he wasn’t going to try to overcome.
“Jesus, Anthony, do you mind? I’m kind of in the middle of something here, could you come back in like 5 minutes?” Laura suggested in an annoyed tone.
“Hmm, you know, I don’t think this can wait.” With a devilish smirk, and without breaking eye contact, Anthony reached across the door and turned the lock.
“Wh-what are you doing? I’m trying to get changed for softball, I’m kind of half naked here. Please get out Anthony, I don’t want to have to call someone.” Laura threatened, backing away as Anthony approached her.
He walked toward her, his eyes darting from her bare, white legs, to her worried eyes. He backed her into the corner of the room, until she had nowhere to go. Laura leaned back against the small desk in the corner, hopping up onto the surface while still holding her blazer in front of her. She stretched her leg out, pressing her forefoot against Anthony’s chest to stop him from getting any closer.
“Anthony, seriously, what the hell do you think you’re doing!” Laura’s breathing grew heavy, and she trembled at the awkward situation that her colleague was putting her in.
Anthony took advantage of her outstretched leg, and he reached up and ran his manly hands up her creamy calf. Her skin was almost impossibly soft, and he looked down lustfully at her huddled form. Her long, red hair curled gracefully around her face and fell like a waterfall over her pale shoulders. Anthony slowly slid his fingers up her thigh, and as he caressed her quivering flesh, he noticed an unmistakable moan of passion escape from her reluctant lips.
Laura’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and Anthony took that opportunity to snatch the blazer from her grasp and pull it away from her. She was exposed, and he tossed the blazer onto the floor behind him. He ran his hands further up her thigh, and she recoiled at his probing touch.
“Anthony, this is totally inappropriate,” she stuttered with a wistful whimper, “not only are we on school property, but you know that I’m married!”
Anthony ignored her protests, and soon his fingers were gliding up her inner thigh and slowly prying her legs apart against her gentle resistance. Laura sighed, her colleagues aggressive yet gentle touch making her forget for a moment where she was, and that her husband was on his way at that very moment to her softball game. Anthony spread her knees wide, stepping between her legs until the front of his trousers were pressing against her mound. She avoided eye contact with Anthony, but had stopped resisting his advances. His body was warm, and his tall form towered over her. His brown hair looked slightly dishevelled, and his sophisticated, mature look was attractive to Laura. She had never seen him in a sexual way, but his confidence and forwardness made her feel submissive and weak.
His strong hands reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and he leaned in until his lips were pressed against her forehead. He kissed her head, and gave her small pecks down her temple to her cheek. When his lips were at her ear, he whispered to her of the ways he would have her.
“Laura, your husband will never touch you the way I will.” He hummed seductively, “I’ve watched you for a long time. The way you walk, your body, so firm and curvy under your sensible outfits. I’ve always wanted to peel off those clothes and bend you over one of these desks and take you.”
“Wh-what are you saying? What about my husband?” Laura said, finally looking up into his eyes as he stared down at her.
“Oh, sweety,” Anthony chortled, “you won’t even remember him when I’m inside you, making you feel things you’ve never ever imagined.”
As he teased her, his hands ran up her arms and caressed her shoulders. His fingers danced over her collar bone, and he slowly lowered the straps of her bra. She shivered as his warm hands began to undress her, her hands trembling against his chest as she feebly pushed him away. She tried to resist, mumbling in protest as he continued to fondle her exposed skin and reach around her to unfasten her bra. It popped open before she could stop him, and he ripped the garment from her grasp. Her D-cup breasts were round and supple, and Anthony wasted no time cupping them in his strong palms as he leaned in for a kiss.
Laura tried one more time to resist his advances. She pushed him away and leaned back to avoid his kiss, shaking her head in the hopes that he would accept her refusal. This, however, was not in the cards. Anthony refused to take no for an answer, and he grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her in close. He pressed his lips to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth. She resisted for a moment, thinking of what her husband would think, but soon, she sunk into his chest and allowed him to explore her mouth with his eager tongue.
Anthony wasted no time in taking advantage of Laura’s vulnerability. He pushed her back on the desk, kneeling in front of her and spreading her legs. He pulled her panties to the side and immediately buried his face in her trimmed pussy. He found her clit piercing with his tongue, and ucked gentle on it until he heard Laura gasp. He used her piercing to his advantage, and began flicking his tongue against her clit as she mumbled and whimpered above him.
“N-no, we…we can’t do this.” Laura moaned, gripping the edge of the desk and trying to resist her colleagues skillful mouth enough to push him away. “M-my husband…this is so wrong! Mmmm oh!”
Anthony ignored her protests, devouring her moist pussy and massaging her thighs with his manly hands. He worked his way up her thighs and his fingers were soon sliding between her labia and stimulating her clit as he tongued her wet hole. Laura felt her pussy gush as he slowly and teasingly slid his fingers inside her. He rubbed her g-spot in a come-hither motion with his index finger, and sucked on her clitoris to push her over the edge.
“Oooh, fuck! My husband doesn’t lick me like this! Mmmmm God, shit it feels so fucking good Anthony!” Laura let go of her inhibitions and let Anthony have his way with her body. When he was sure that she was loving his skills, he stopped and looked up at her.
“Mm, you taste so good girl. But, I think you need something a little bigger to really fill you up.” Anthony explained, standing up between her legs once again.
He looked into her eyes with a dominant stare as he continued to finger her with one hand, and unbuttoned his pants with the other. Laura bit her lip, fearful that she was doing something terribly wrong, but still enjoying the proficient work of Anthony’s fingers on her g-spot. She couldn’t say no, his hand was giving her pleasure like she never had at home, and she wanted to let him make her cum like her husband never could. Could she let him fuck her though? Was that too far? Before she could decide, Anthony’s pants were around his ankles, and Laura was staring in awe at his full eight inches of pleasure that he presented to her.
“You like how that looks?” He asked her with a devilish grin, “Well it feels even better.”
Anthony grabbed Laura by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk. He looked down at her, licking his lips as he looked into her eyes and worked his way inside her. His tip slipped between her moist labia and he teased her with his swollen head. His gushing cock massaged against her engorged clit, and his teasing made her sigh and gasp, just waiting for him to penetrate her needy hole.
“Tell me you want it.” Anthony demanded in a seductive whisper, cupping her cheek as he taunted her with his pole. “Tell me you need this cock, beg me for it.”
Laura hesitated, biting her lip in an attempt to control herself. She wanted so badly to fight him off, to resist his advances and to be faithful to her husband. She began to shake her head, and press her palms to his chest.
“I can’t do this Anthony,” Laura tried to push him away, “this is wrong and way to weird. I’m married and we need to stop!”
As Laura tried to escape his grasp, Anthony exerted his dominance over her even more aggressively than he had before. He grabbed onto both of her wrists with one big, strong hand, and with the other he grabbed onto the back of her neck and pulled her in close to his chest. Laura whimpered at his firm grip on her neck, and without warning, he slammed into her without worry for her comfort. He thrust deep inside her, staring into her eyes with a selfish dominance, and relishing her hesitant moans.
“That’s right,” Anthony taunted through clenched teeth, “take it all for me.”
He immediately began to pound her over and over, holding her tight and close as he used her wet pussy for his own pleasure. His thrusts were fast and hard, his grip on her neck tightening with every moment of penetration. He grunted wildly, nibbling on her neck as he fucked her. He groped at her supple breasts, squeezing them, and gently tweaking her stiff nipples. She breathed heavily in his ear, and soon his grip around her neck loosened, as she sunk into him and allowed him to take her.
Anthony lifted his head to look down at Laura. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and his pelvic bone pressed against her pierced clit every time he slammed into her with his powerful hips. He lowered his head and suckled on her left nipple, still hammering her with his girthy tool. She leaned back on her elbows, hear head resting against the wall as her colleague fondled her and used her voluptuous body. His hands ran over her pale skin, cupping her milky white breasts and reaching down to grope her ass.
“Mmm, I’ve been wanting this body so badly for so long. I’m going to make you cum harder than your husband ever has.” Anthony assured her, running his hand down her body until his thumb found her piercing.
Anthony massaged her pleasure button, watching as her eyelids closed and she tilted her head back at the feeling of his hands on her. Her thighs clenched around his hips and she wrapped her ankles around him. She pulled him in closer and leaned back against the wall, her bouncing breasts hypnotising him as he looked down at her with lust.
Soon Anthony pulled his turgent girth from her, a d pulled her down off of the desk. He pulled her moistened panties down to her ankles in one swift motion, and turned her around. He pressed his palm to the back of her head, grasping a handful of her beautiful red hair and pushing her face down onto the table. He bent her over, and without a second to spare, he plunged his manhood into her womanly cavern. He thrust into her from behind, grabbing onto her round backside and giving her a firm but playful slap on the ass. She could feel him stretching her, filling her, his subtle curve reaching her g-spot as if on purpose.
“This ass needs a good pounding!” Anthony cried out, “you’ve been needing to get fucked like a good little slut. I want you to scream for me!”
Until that moment, Laura had been trying her best to be quiet. They were, after all, in the middle of a school, their place of work. If they were to get caught there would be terrible consequences. But, as Anthony pulled at her scarlet locks, arching her back and violating her womanhood with his thick tool, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her soft, subtle moans grew louder, and she gripped the edge of the desk that Anthony was bending her over. She whimpered and writhed beneath his grasp, her pussy dripping with a mixture of Anthony’s precum and her own delicious juices.
“Louder, I want you to scream so loud for me!” Anthony pulled her hair back against, wrapping his arm around her waist and pressing himself close against her back. He smelled her hair, his lips next to her ear as he breathed into her. “I want you to let it out and let everyone know that you’re mine.”
His smooth and smoky voice seemed to penetrate her just as his masculine pole penetrated her needy hole. His thrusts became more short and quick, but harder and deeper as he teased her with his warm breath and sensual words. He groped her voluptuous mounds, kneading them in his loving hands. She reached down to massage her own clit as he took her from behind, his entire body pressed so tightly against her that she was enveloped by his warmth.
She was groaning loudly, unencumbered by the burden of shame as she cried out for him to take her. She was free, and as she let herself be his, her pending orgasm built to a staggering climax. The pleasure surged through her nerves, and his deep penetration sent her over the edge into ecstasy. She finally screamed just the way he wanted her to, wailing his name as her body convulsed in orgasm. She gushed around his cock, her pleasure dripping down her thighs. Her gasping shrieks echoed through the classroom, and her curvaceous form trembled in his clutches. Anthony revelled in her orgasm, knowing that he had given her a forbidden pleasure that nobody ever had. This knowledge pushed him to the brink of his own orgasm, and soon he knew exactly where he wanted to deposit his creamy gift.
“God! I love feeling you cum all over my cock!” Anthony whispered into her ear through clenched teeth, “Now it’s time for you to get what you really deserve.”
With that, Anthony pulled his throbbing member from Laura’s dripping cunt, and turned her around once more. He put his hands on her shoulders and forced her down to her knees. Still wrapped in the orgasmic pleasure, she took Anthony’s dick in her mouth and swirled her tongue around his oozing tip. She took him deep down her throat, and looked up at him as he ran his fingers through her crimson curls. He thrust gently but enthusiastically into her mouth, placing his hand on the back of her head as he pumped in and out. Watching her on her knees with his full length sliding down her throat was enough to end him to heaven, and soon he couldn’t control himself.
“Fuck, Laura, there it is!” He grunted, pulling his mass from her mouth and giving it a few good strokes to release his milky white emission.
Laura instinctively and submissively opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to receive his semen, and after a couple seconds, he released. Strong after string of warm cream spurted across Laura’s face. A generous helping of sperm landing on her tongue, coating her full, plump lips, and glazing her pale white skin. It continued to eject from his swollen tip, shooting into her hair and over her chin and cheeks as he groaned loudly at the intense pleasure of what he was seeing and feeling. With one last spurt that landed on her chest, Anthony released his satisfied cock, and stood for a moment to catch his breath.
Laura didn’t know what to do. She knelt on the floor of her classroom, covered in the ejaculate of her colleague, her husband waiting for her at the softball game that she should have been heading toward at that very moment. Before she could bring herself to speak or to stand, Anthony was already dressing himself. He pulled his trousers up and straightened his shirt, before leaning down to kiss the top of Laura’s head. She looked up at him and watched him walk out the door, only turning back to say one last thing before leaving her there alone.
“Until next time.”
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