This is my first time writing so don't roast me too much. Enjoy!
(All characters are 18 or older)
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I clenched my warm, supple thighs to ease the ache of desire between my legs. The cold air from the air conditioning in the classroom caused my nipples to tighten to turgid little buds on the tips of my breasts. The chatter of the teacher and students sounded dull to my ears. I was too busy dreaming about big black cocks.
"Macey, are you with us?" Mr. Neson asked. I nodded meekly. His deep voice caused the ache between my legs to worsen. I could even feel the wetness of my pussy spreading to my thighs.
Fuck! I thought. I had to go to the bathroom to clean up myself.
I discreetly exited the classroom and all but ran to the bathroom. I entered the stall in the corner and immediately pushed two fingers knuckle deep into my pussy. My juices ran down my hand as my fingers squelched their way in to my tight passage. My pussy clenched and my fingers and sucked them inside wishing I had something bigger to stuff in it. I rapidly plunged my fingers into my aching cunt, biting on my tie so I wouldn't moan. Using my thumb, I rubbed at my clit. This sent me over the edge. My eyes crossed as I came on my hand. I felt a little relieved but knowing how high my sex drive was, I would be ramming my 10" dildo into my pussy tonight.
I went back to my two hour class reluctantly. At least Mr. Neson was sexy. He was tall and dark skinned. He had mocha coloured eyes, muscular arms with thick, clean fingers and toned thighs that I really wanted to kneel between and suck his big, fat cock. He wore tight pants to school that emphasized the prominent bulge between his legs. He was also the reason why I had to finger myself at school. I couldn't look at him without wanting him to fuck my throat.
When the bell rang, I slowly started to pack up my stuff. I hated having an unorganized bag. The rest of the class had already left so Mr Neson and I were the only ones in class. This was a regular occurrence. But today, when I looked up, he was staring at me. I felt flustered. I could feel my hungry pussy getting wet again, aching to be stuffed with cock.
"Why were you so distracted today?" he asked. I involuntarily clenched my legs as the image of him sitting on the desk with his legs spread appeared in my mind. His dark eyes penetrated me deeply, as if he knew that I wanted to be his personal whore. He sat back on his desk, legs spread once more. His bulge looked like a miniature mountain. I should've brought my dildo in my bag again because there was no way my fingers could extinguish the burning flame of desire between my legs.
"I had something on my mind, sir. I apologize for not paying attention."
"I should spank you for doing that all the time" he said smoothly. I was shocked. Is he flirting with me?
"Well maybe you should" I flirted back, hoping he actually would.
My knees wobbled a bit as my clit pulsed. He was walking towards me with a sly grin on his plump lips. In one swift movement, he was sitting in my chair with me in his lap. I positioned so that my body was resting across his lap.