Author's Note: I saw that you guys wanted more development and hopefully this new installation will satisfy that desire. If you like this chapter give it a good review and drop a comment. As always, criticism is not only accepted, but encouraged so feel free to share your thoughts. Enjoy :) --Mistress L
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"We can't do this, people will see," I warned Kate who persisted in her sensual greeting. My awareness of the situation heightened and the world quickly became clear, almost as if the wine I drank was water instead. Anxiety swelled in my heavy chest and my nipples became hard. Hard enough to poke through my blouse.
Kate saw my erected nipples and withdrew her lips from my ear. Her hands discretely found their way to breasts and groped them like toys at a carnival before singling in on my sensitive areolas to make rounds with her fingers around the delicate skin. At this I scooched back on the bar stool to evade her touch but she pinched my hardened tits and used them to pull me back to my original position. I took a sharp breath in and made sure to sit as still in respect to Kate as humanly possible.
"You can't do this? Or, you don't want to? Because I sincerely doubt the latter." She added extra pressure to my nipples and pulled them slightly in different directions so that I would have nowhere to squirm.
"HMH," I squealed. Never have I ever felt so manhandled, much less at the hands of someone so young as to be my student. Although, I could have easily forced her away, yelled for help. At her first touch I could have went to the Dean and had her expelled. But I felt so powerless around her. She had a compelling essence, as if her thoughts and actions were so deeply rooted in logic that those who disagreed were denying the obvious. As if she sees truths apparent to her, that others are too blind to see. Plus, she wasn't wrong- I didn't want her to stop. There was a certain rush to what she was doing to me, something that I felt I had been unknowingly craving.
"Oh, you like that?" She asked. I did, and I felt ashamed. She twisted my nipples and I sat up. "It's only natural that you do, sweetie." Oh still my beating heart, 'sweetie' she called me. I can't explain why, but my heart swelled. She let go of my nipples. "Tell me, Julia. If we can't do this here, then where can we do it?"
"Uhm," I thought quick. "I think I know a place where we won't be caught."
... ... ...
"Well... are you going to take me there or are you just happy that you know that layout of this building?" She smirked at this comment and it became apparent to me that she was joking and meant no harm which soothed me a bit.
"Follow me," I told her.
"Please."
This took me a second before I realized. "Please, follow me."
I led her away from the bar and out of the recreation space, through a corridor with office doors on either side. I stopped before one with my name and Kate glanced at the titles on the window.
"'Ms. Wight,' is that the colors of your panties?"
"Oh uhm-"
"Show me. If they are, then..." She hummed in deep thought. "Then... I'll eat you out. If-" My mind wandered to the image of her face between my legs staring up at me as her tongue penetrates my dripping pussy. The thought moistened my my nether region and I was pulled back to reality.. "- so, do you agree to these terms?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah." I confirmed, without fully knowing what I agreed to.
"Well... show me," commanded.
Drawing back from my short fantasy and fully into the current situation, I realized how stupid I was to agree. I was wearing stockings; there was no way I could win this bet. "Wait, I-I-" I attempted to explain to Kate.
"C'mon, slut. You agreed to this. Now show me your panties and we'll see who gets lucky tonight." She was serious, it seemed, and I began to realize what I signed up for.
"But my-"
"Now, slut. I don't want to wait all night. And you wont either if you were smart."
My stomach turned in fear but my breasts heaved with subtle excitement.
"But-"
She got low and seized the zipper on the hip of my skirt, quickly yanking down, revealing my stocking-clad thighs.
"Kate!" I yelled at her, pulling open the door to my office as she forced it back shut, leaving me exposed in the hall. She rose back up from my hip.
"Stockings," she said with a wide grin. "And your wet. Yet still made the bet."
"Kate, please let me into my office. If I get caught I'll be fired." My breathing was rapid, and I was scared that I would begin to cry.
"Shhhhhh. We'll get you inside. Just do one thing for me." She paused to make sure I was listening. Even though she seemed upset before, seeing my non-white panties lifted her mood, and I was honored to possess that ability. "Crawl," She said.
I got on both knees and looked up at her. "I want your wrists and elbows on the ground too." She told me and I willingly complied. I quickly found that there was no way to position myself this way without leaving my ass up in the air.
From behind, Kate opened the door to my office, and placed her hand on the top of my spine and slid it all the way down to my tail-bone, cupping my right ass-cheek and slapping it before moving onto left to do the same.
"Ow!" I exclaimed.
"Here, I'll make it better." She brought her right hand down under my ass. I turned my head around to see what she was going to do, half-expecting another spank.
I arched my back down, heaving my chest forwards and closed my eyes. She had brought her ring and middle finger to my crotch above my stockings and rubbed in circles, alternating to an up-down pattern, which massaged my clit, coaxing a moan from my lips. This went on for nearly 2 minutes in the empty hall, stopping only when Kate giggled.
"You are such a slut," she said. "Cumming where everyone can see you, on your hands and knees, moaning like a bitch under a full moon." I should've felt humiliated, but I didn't. I felt happy, almost euphoric. "I thought you said we couldn't fuck in public? But the door's been open for a while and you prefer to get your pussy rubbed out here. Did you like it?"
"Yes."
"Ma'am."
"Uhm, yes ma'am," I corrected myself. I stared back at her waiting further instructions from her.
"Well you can go inside now. Like I said, the door's been open for a while." She spanked my pussy and I crawled into the room, getting up off my knees once Kate closed the door behind her, throwing my skirt to the back corner of the room. "When did I say you could stand?"
"Oh, sorry." I dropped back to the floor slowly, again lifting my ass into the air.
"Ma'am."
"Ma'am, I'm sorry." She walked over behind my desk and planted her ass on top, beckoning me over to her.
"Come here," she said spreading her legs on my desk. She grabbed my elbows lifting me to only my knees so that I was still kneeling, now between her thighs. Her index finger hooked beneath my chin and pulled it up so that I was looking her in the eyes. "Can I ask you something, Julia?"
"Anything, Ma'am."
She grinned. "You're learning quick, little slut." 'Little slut,' she said. I don't think I could ever grow tired of my pet names. "You agreed to the bet, right?"
"Yes ma'am."
"I didn't force you, did I?"
"No ma'am."
"Did you want me to lick your pussy?"
I blushed and she pulled my chin back up so that I wouldn't look away. It was true, she was a beautiful girl, and I was so horny. I wanted nothing more than to feel her warm tongue inside me, her hands pulling me closer to her. I wanted her more than anything. "Yes ma'am."
"Did you want to lick my pussy?"
"I don't know ma'am."
"Yes or no, slut."
"I don't know, I-"
"Yes. Or no."
"But-"
"Answer me!"
"Yes! I wanted to lick your pussy, ma'am." The words came out of my mouth by surprise. Did I really want to lick her pussy? Or was it just a heat-of-the-moment thing? I was a straight woman who had been with men for my entire life. This entire situation with Kate was confusing to me. Maybe I was drunk, but somehow I doubted it. Drunk or not she was astonishingly gorgeous, and I needed to cum. If anything, the wine just made it more apparent to me.
"That wan't too hard to admit, was it?" Maybe I was overly obsessed with her language, but 'admit' stuck out at me. Maybe it was an admittance, something I kept in and didn't want to reveal. Maybe I did want this.
"No ma'am." My eyes stared down her skirt to her panties, or rather lack thereof. "May I lick your pussy please." My face grew hot and I was sure Kate could tell as she withdrew her finger from my chin and dedicated her fingers to unbuttoning my blouse and unhooking my bra which, ironically, happened to be white. I was now naked except for stockings and heels, and I was aware of every breeze in the room, all of which again made my nipples erect.
"You must really like being exposed to me, slut," she said flicking my tit. "You can eat my pussy once you answer 2 more questions." She snapped her fingers and pointed to the ceiling, ordering me off the ground. "Strip." I did as told, nearly falling over as raised a leg out of my pantyhose. My own musk rose in the air, and drop from my pussy fell down my thigh and eventually onto the carpet.
"First question: did you know that you weren't even wearing panties?" It was a fair question, and I felt like and idiot for it.
"I guess forgot ma'am." I was telling the truth. I was too far lost in my own filthy, smutty, horny mind to actually have realized what I was betting.
"What a bright one you are, Ms. Wight. And you've been a professor for how many years?" Now I was angry. I was so horny at the moment of the bet and she didn't have to make me feel bad for it. But how angry could I get? And for how long could I stay angry? Because even though I was enraged, the scent of her pussy on top of my desk along with her seductive voice kept me in check like a well-trained pet on a leash- her leash.
"Second question," she began. "Did you lose the bet on purpose? Do you really want me that bad?"
"I really want you ma'am."
"So which is? Did you lose on purpose like a whore, or did you forget what you were wearing like a bimbo?" At the moment, I didn't even know which answer was true. I wanted her so bad, and I would say anything for the privilege of pleasuring her. I spoke up.
