This is a follow up on the Teacher's Revenge.
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You see me walking in the hallway and beckon me to come see you in your office with just a squint and the crook of your finger.
I walk into your office and you close the door behind me. "I've heard you have been administering some unusual punishments for misbehaving students in the weight training class." You sit down behind your desk and lean back, folding your hands across your stomach. I can see that what you've heard has you aroused judging by the bulge in your pants.
I walk around to your side of the desk and sit on the edge, crossing my legs so you can see up the edge of my skirt. "Well, well, well, Mr. Administrator, what are we going to do about that?" I make a gesture toward your fly.
"Seeing as how you caused this, it's only right that you fix it."
"Oh dear me! Am I in trouble?" I bat my eye lashes, looking at you innocently. A sly grin spreads across my face. "I can tell you that the students deserved every last thing I gave them." I uncross and re-cross my legs flashing you my bare pussy. "It's my understanding that this county doesn't allow spankings anymore."
"Well they have for the kids. But I might have to reinstate it for you, have you hike up your skirt, and bend over with your hands holding my big mahogany desk, and give you a few bare handed whacks across your ass."
I stand up and turn around, putting my hands on your desk and pulling my skirt up to my hips. My ass is right at face level. "But it sounds like an appointment with a disgruntled parent is here now. Maybe I should just crawl under your desk?" You fix my skirt and quickly stash me under your desk, and sit down just as the secretary let's in the parent.
I undo your belt. And then your zipper, running my hands up and down your thighs. I have to give you credit. You do your best to stay poised, and act normal. You try to listen and concentrate on the mom you are talking to but my hands feel wonderful on your legs. I put my mouth over your cloth covered cock and gently bite down scraping my teeth on the fabric. You quickly interrupt your moan and clear your throat, acting like you had to cough. "Sorry Ma'am, continue...I'm listening." Your cock strains against the cloth, dying to be set free, your balls aching.I tug at your pants to let you know I need some help getting you free. But I want you in my mouth.
You listen to the mom and respond, as one hand slips down under the desk. You shift in your chair a few times in order to inch your pants and boxers down, freeing your cock and balls. I softly moan as I lick up your balls. You have to cover up the noises I make. Then I lick up your shaft just teasing the tip, tasting just a bit of pre-cum. Then you don't feel anything but my hot breath. And a second later my mouth has enveloped you. My lips wrapped around the base of your shaft. The head of you pushing hard at the back of my throat. You are trying desperately to appease the mom and get rid of her, your voice cracking as you feel my tongue on your balls. You click your pen, and rustle papers to mask the noise of my moans. You keep one hand under the desk and run it through my soft hair as I bob up and down on your throbbing shaft. I grab your hand and make you take my hair firmly in your grasp while I fuck you with my mouth.
You grab a fist full of hair on the back of my head and rhythmically force my head up and down on your cock. You can feel your tip hitting the back of my throat on each thrust. You try to make these movements subtle, as you speak with this mom, but she's giving you an inquisitive look. Your voice strains not to give yourself away. But my mouth feels incredible, wet and warm and slippery. I run my fingernails up and down your balls. A wet slurping sound escaping my lips as I bob up and down on you, harder and faster. I keep trying to make you make a sound.
Your eyes roll up in your head as my nails scrape your balls and you hear me slurping your cock. You can't hold back and your moan "ohhh God, yessssssssss" and look down so you can watch me. I know I've got you now. I start frantically sucking. My spit dripping down your balls, getting your pants wet. I stop trying to be quiet. I just slam your cock into my throat over and over, squeezing your balls gently. I'm wondering in the back of my head if this mom has figured it out.
You can't hold back as you moan in pleasure from my relentless assault on your cock and balls. It feels incredible. The mom jumps up and looks around the desk at the sight going on between your legs. You are terrified. You tell her, "please don't tell anyone! I'll do whatever you say. I'll give your child straight A's if you want, anything!" She stares in silence for a moment.