She walked down the centre aisle of the classroom, her black patent stilettos clicking on the floor. She turned to face the class. "Ok gentlemen. Today we put all the theory into practice." There was an excited buzz amongst them. "Now I will be able to tell who was listening during my lessons to you and who wasn't." She looked each of them in the eye and pretty much every single one of them swallowed a thick lump of lust. She was wearing an opaque button-down white shirt with a black lace bra beneath and a skin-tight black pencil skirt, black stockings (& probably a suspender belt) and they thought she was just the hottest thing they had ever seen. Shit, she probably was.
"Bradley, please close the blinds on the windows. Blake, you pull the blind on the door and lock it. Miles and Eric, can you move this bench up front here and place these pillows on it. Julian, could you switch off the lights?" She moved with feline grace and lit a few candles on the blackboard ledge. The boys raced to do her bidding and then stood near the bench eagerly awaiting instruction.
"Blake, could you lie on the bench in the centre?" she said as she started unbuttoning her shirt.
"Yes Ma'am, but could I help you with those?" the tall dark boy with light grey eyes asked.
"No, just look at me and focus on what you need to do. Remove your pants and shirt before you lie down. In fact, we can all get naked now I think gentlemen." They began pulling off their clothes, their eyes never leaving her as she removed her shirt, skirt and black lace panties very slowly. They were all dry-mouthed at the sight of her standing in stockings, stilettos and suspender belt but her pussy naked, smooth and ready. Her nipples were hard, pointing through her black lace bra. They couldn't believe how lucky they were!
"Blake, I am going to sit over you but not on your cock just yet. I want you to lubricate your hand with the gel I give you and I want you to find my clit and start rubbing it like I taught you."
