Thanks goes to oldnakeddad for his editing and suggestions and to Charlie, who is a neverending source of inspiration.
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Charlie told me months ago he would turn me into his slut and, at the time, I felt repelled by the idea. The word "slut", with its charged meaning, was the last thing I wanted to become but, as I stood in the doorway and looked around the room, I realised how far I had descended.
Colourful artwork decorated the windows and filtered out the afternoon sunlight. The large blackboard displayed numbers, letters, and Friday's date in bright coloured chalks. Small tables and chairs sat in little squares making the room look like a chess board.
The room was cheery and bright. It smelled of apples, disinfectant and innocence. In the far corner, three tanks bubbled away; fish swam in one, plants grew in another, and the third featured bright yellow snails. In the other corner, a set of bookshelves and rainbow bean bags littered the floor as a reading nook. Suns, moons and planets, painted on paper plates, swayed from the ceiling, strung from fishing line.
I was about to fuck Charlie in a kindergarten classroom!
His message had been very explicit. "Meet me at 3 pm in room 2A at the primary school. When I arrive, I want you on the teacher's desk, legs spread with your feet resting on chairs and completely naked... except for your black high heels...you know the ones."
I knew the heels. They were black, patent leather stilettos, with a peep toe. We'd fucked on a glass fronted balcony in the middle of the day while I wore only them. Another time, in an alleyway at sunrise. His perverseness had no limit.
I walked towards the desk that sat in front of the blackboard, facing the door. Piles of paperwork, a gold picture frame, and a pencil pot littered the surface. An old fashioned pencil sharpener was screwed to one corner. I imagined five-year-old children lining up to sharpen their pencils, just to hear the noise.
There wasn't a lot of space left and I wondered if I should clear it off? Our sexing was bound to defile the ambience of the room without us also trashing the desk. I rolled my eyes, fucking Charlie!
He had me wrapped around his little finger and I was an addict needing her fix. It didn't matter what he asked of me anymore, I surrendered every time. Heck! I'm ashamed to say this but I was even beginning to look forward to it.
But this, really? A kindergarten classroom!
As I approached the desk, it loomed at me like a sacrificial altar. I guess, in a way, it was and my dignity was the offering. I didn't ask how Charlie gained access to this building and I wasn't sure I wanted to know, either. For all I knew, he was fucking the principal. That's one way to ensure your kids get good grades, huh?
On my way past the last square of desks, I collected two blue plastic chairs. Their size, so tiny and innocent, mocked me. I'd never view kindergarten the same. I hesitated, still undecided about whether to clear off the desk when my phone beeped and I grabbed it from the back pocket of my jeans.
"Good girl, you wore the shoes. You can leave the stuff on the desk."
What the...? I looked around. I couldn't see Charlie anywhere, but he could see me. A thrill ran up my spine.
I picked up the gold photo frame and stared at the family portrait. A blonde woman and a tall man hugged two teenage girls. They were all wearing Christmas t-shirts and sported goofy grins. A Labrador sat at their feet which rounded out the happy family. I groaned, who had I become?
Above the blackboard, the clock ticked closer to three pm. I had five minutes. I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it onto the tables behind me. I had to take my shoes off to remove my jeans and, as I peeled them down my legs, I wondered if Charlie was still watching me.
I'd let my hair grow out recently, which Charlie liked. He told me, "it gives me something to hang on to when I fuck you from behind." I wanted that now and imagined Charlie thrusting into me, our hips slamming into each other, as he took his desires out on my body. I decided to give him something to watch. Wearing only my lacy pink bra, g-string and stilettos, I shook my hair out of the clips that held it pinned back.
The clock continued to tick, it was so quiet I could hear the hands move. Still bent forwards, I pulled the sides of my g-string down over my hips but not low enough to expose anything, just a tease of what lay under the slip of fabric. I rotated my hips and imagined thrusting against Charlie's cock as he brought me closer to orgasm then circled my hands over my arse, like he does, and pulled my cheeks open. Had the thin strip of pink fabric not been there, I would have been fully exposed and open for his viewing pleasure.
I moved back a foot or so and bent over, so my hair danced across the carpeted floor. This time, I pulled the g-string over my hips and, in a sudden decision, let it fall to the ground. I gyrated my hips in a slow dance and enjoyed the feeling of my slickened folds moving against each other. My fingers found their way to my slit and I imagined them as Charlie's long, thin, roughened ones.
I stood up, feeling impatient, where the fuck was Charlie? My fingers reached for my slit again and I traced the moisture across my belly to my mouth. I sucked my sweet, musky fingers clean and savoured the taste of myself on my own skin. When Charlie's lips met mine, he would taste me, too. I turned around and walked backwards until my arse hit the desk, tossed my bra aside, and in one move, launched myself over the edge of the desk and spread my legs wide. If Charlie was going to be late, then I'd start without him.
My fingers worked their way inside of my foaming centre and I thumbed my clit. I spread my lips wide and arched back. Do you like this, Charlie? Is this what you want?
I spooned my fingers forwards and massaged my g-spot. My stomach clenched and I almost doubled over as the surge of pleasure rippled through me. I was losing control. The thought of Charlie watching me while I fingered myself made me forget where I was. The children's artwork faded as my orgasm built. I thrust my hips forwards, wanting my fingers deeper, but my reach wasn't long enough, so I imagined my fingers were Charlie's.
I could feel his tongue stroking my clit as he pushed me closer to the edge. I threw my head back even further, my hips pushed forward in an attempt to get my fingers deeper inside of my cunt. Faster and quicker. I felt the first twinge and clench. My thighs trembled. I was so close then the door slammed shut and I was jolted back into the room.
"Charlie!"
His tall, lean form ambled towards me.
"Don't let me stop you. I was enjoying the show!"
He stopped between my thighs, bent forwards and kissed my lips as his hand fisted my hair and he pulled my head back, scraping his teeth down my neck.
"You are my dirty girl, starting without me," he whispered in my ear.
