Kitty had been on edge since she locked eyes with Mr. Thompson, the new Arts substitute teacher. The thought of touching his blonde, wavy hair was on her mind all through the daily toil of college. The day came to a close, and she was on her way home.
Kitty entered her room, hurriedly put her things on her nightstand, and laid on her bed, eyes locked on the ceiling. But what she was seeing was not the ceiling. In her mind, she was seeing Mr. Thompson unbuttoning her blouse while kissing her so. She was unbuttoning his shirt when; crap. It’s gone. Her mind had gone blank. She looked around her messy room searching for something that would remind her of Mr. Thompson.
This is when she found a thin-tipped blonde paintbrush, which perfectly reminded her of his wavy blonde hair. It even shimmered in the light. Kitty laid back down, paintbrush in hand, continuing the scene in her head. She continued unbuttoning his shirt revealing his pale, beautifully sculpted physique. He pushed her onto the bed, eyes locked with hers when he started to crawl onto the bed, slowly getting on top of her; shit. It’s gone again.
Kitty, now frustrated, desperately wanted to continue this little erotica of hers. She hastily took off her now-soaked panties and threw them somewhere. She closed her eyes again, one of her hands moving down from the paintbrush she so tightly held and onto her breasts. Her hand turned into Mr. Thompson’s warm fingers, delightfully playing with her nipples that were hard as glass. Her Mr. Thompson grew ever bolder as he slipped his hand under her skirt, getting a louder moan from Kitty. His hand turned into hers as this image was fading from Kitty’s mind, fuck, not again.
She saw that her hand was soaking wet. So was her now soggy cunt. She looked at the blonde paintbrush in her hand. “It worked earlier right?” She thought. “Maybe I just have to use it a little more…” She seductively rubbed the shiny, varnished wooden handle between her pussy lips. She closed her eyes, trying to continue her little scene with Mr. Thompson. Fuck. It’s not working. Kitty changed her grip on the handle, preparing to put it inside of herself. As the tip of the handle touched her, it turned into Mr. Thompson’s throbbing cock.
As he was going deep inside her, he grabbed her tits, using them like handles to help him fuck her harder. Kitty was in pure euphoria, moaning so loud that the neighbors could hear. She couldn’t give less of a fuck about that right now. One of Mr. Thompson’s hands started moving up to Kitty’s throat. He wrapped his hand around and started to squeeze, enough not to throttle her, but enough to make her a little lightheaded. He started going faster with every thrust, nearing the edge.
Mr. Thompson’s grip on her throat tightened as he blew his load inside of her. She couldn’t breathe, but she was in heaven. His hot cum filled her pussy, even dripping out the sides of his cock. In less than a moment, Mr. Thompson had disappeared, leaving kitty with one of her hands around her throat and the other around the blonde paintbrush still inside her, now covered in her cum. She opened her eyes and saw the ceiling again, this time with a smile on her face.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/r7ohow/solo_scene_thinking_about_hot_teacher_f