Two teachers, too risky [FM]

NOTE: this happened back when I was still at university training to be a teacher. I had a 6 month unpaid placement at a school with the hottest head of PE you ever saw. We’d been sleeping together for about 4 months and we’d done it once in this old, disused store cupboard after school, but this time was different! I’d never do this now as a professional teacher, but that just makes it even more exciting to remember this. I actually wrote this a while ago before I discovered this sub – what a perfect place to share it!

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Do you have time for a quick meeting?” I asked, looking him directly in the eye and then sliding my gaze down, where I could already see the bulge that was impossible to hide beneath the flimsy fabric of his athletic shorts. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Lead the way,” he managed, but I was already doing it, heading towards the second store cupboard, the one on the other side of the sports building, full of dusty equipment that rarely gets used.

But before I reached the end of the first corridor, he grabbed my arm and pulled me, sharply, through a doorway on the right. We found ourselves in the first store cupboard, the one full of footballs and basketballs and other supplies used daily for classes and clubs. “I can’t make it all the way to the other store room when I’m this hard!” he gasped, and he had a point. His cock was straining so hard against his shorts that I thought it might rip them. All I wanted was to feel that hardness pressed against me, so I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me, biting his lip as his cock pressed into my stomach. He responded with a moan but, instead of kissing me back, grabbed me by the ass and hoisted me off the ground like a dumbbell and deposited me on top of a vaulting horse that I didn’t even know existed. As he slowly, tantalisingly peeled my panties off, I decided I already liked this store room much better than the other, despite the fact that somebody could walk in to collect supplies at any second. Or, perhaps because of that fact.

Perhaps he felt the urgency, too, because the next thing I felt was my legs being pulled apart and his head delving between them. The first touch of his tongue sent a shockwave through my body and made me gasp too loudly considering where we were. He burrowed his warm, firm tongue inside me, tasting me like he always loved to do before moving on to suck my clit with a greater intensity than ever before. I let a choked moan escape as two fingers penetrated so much deeper than his tongue had been and began to stroke me in the spot that he knew drove me wild, all the while continuing to lap at my clit with his tongue. That was the point where I decided to forget where we were, and the door that could band open at any moment: I closed my eyes, tipped my head back and let the waves of pleasure ripple through my entire body. My breathing intensified, and he knew I was close: his fingers stroked inside me even more persistently and his tongue moved from teasingly circling my clit to quivering against its swollen centre. When the orgasm came, I swore so loudly that we both froze, him grasping my waist to steady me as my whole body shuddered at the delicious wave spreading through me.

When he was fairly sure we were safe, he turned away from the door again and squeezed my breasts through the dress in a half teasing, half warning sort of way.

“I won’t fuck you if you do that again,” he whispered. “Be good.”

“Please,” I begged. “I won’t make another sound.”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he grinned, pulling his polo shirt over his head and exposing the spectacular abs you’d expect from a head of P.E. I went to remove my dress, but he grabbed my wrist. “Don’t. I want to fuck you in that dress.”

As a compromise, he pulled down the front of the dress and extracted my breasts so that my nipples lay exposed, ready for the pinching he knew drove me insane. He pulled me down from the vaulting horse, turned me around so that I was leaning up against it, and lifted up my skirt. I arched my back and stuck out my ass, bracing myself for his cock. Usually, he left me hanging for up to thirty seconds, knowing how much I loved the suspense, but today we had a reason to be quick and the sudden way his entire length sunk itself deep inside me caught me just as off guard as ever. I cried out, again, and he swore quietly.

“You’re going to get us both fired, baby,” he hissed, but he didn’t stop.

He grasped me firmly by the waist and pulled slowly away until just the head of his thick cock was still inside me, and then after a few tantalising seconds’ pause, he slammed inside me with such force it pushed my stomach up against the side of the vaulting horse. For a man who didn’t want to be discovered, he seemed to be doing everything he could to make me scream.

“Don’t make a sound, baby,” he hissed again, thrusting once, twice, three more times as forcefully as the first. How? I wondered as I whispered as quietly as I possibly could. How can I be silent when with every thrust I can feel him reach the very depths of me?

But after two more deep and sudden thrusts, the rhythm changed. Still deep inside me, he took a step back, pulling my ass with him. Now bent over more fully, I could feel my breasts hanging freely, bouncing backwards and forwards with each quick movement of his hips. As his thrusts quickened even further and his breathing became jagged, I arched my back even further to allow him to reach around and squeeze my breasts, hard. As always, I looked down to see his fingers leaving their white marks on my tanned skin, and I felt myself tightening. He felt it too, and he braced himself to move even more quickly in and out of me. As always, I felt his fingers find my nipples and, with one firm squeeze, bring me to another rushing orgasm. I came silently, as instructed, but he couldn’t: I knew my pussy had tightened agonisingly around his cock to the point where he could barely keep thrusting, but he did it anyway and his groans told me just how his orgasm went on and on and on.

“You’re going to get us both fired, baby,” I managed to murmur to him. He responded my slapping my ass before pulling out of me, which I suppose I deserved.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g618cy/two_teachers_too_risky_fm