Day 7
Taylor walks to Watson's classroom. It's dark out now, well past the point where she should even be there. But that's even better for her. She knocks on the door. She hears shuffling before the door opens. Watson gives her a half hearted smile as she steps in. Just as the door shuts, Taylor slams her against the wall. Watson yelps and looks at her student. Taylor viciously kisses her professor, moaning loudly. She's sloppy, her tongue sliding in and out, washing over Watson's lips; she's too excited already. She breaks the kiss with a pop and grabs Watson's face.
Squeezing her cheeks, she growls, "On your knees." Watson falls to her knees, their shared slobber dripping out her mouth. "Start licking," Taylor says with an amused giggle.
Watson doesn't hesitate. She starts slow, gently running her tongue across the crotch of Taylor's tight yoga pants. Taylor moaned quietly, holding Watson's head with both hands. Watson accelerates over time, building up to lapping up Taylor's wet pussy through her clothes. Taylor's already so close. She pulls away, leaving a line of saliva connecting Watson's lips and her dripping pussy. She yanks her pants and panties off and beckons to her. Watson crawls over and dives for her wet pussy. She slams her tongue against it and groans, feeling Taylor's legs start to shame. She shakes her head around with her tongue still pressed against Taylor's clit. She shouts with glee as she cums hard, filling Watson's willing mouth. She stands there quivering for a bit before wiping the drool from her mouth.
"Thanks honey. See ya tomorrow!" The second the door shuts, Watson jumps up and digs through her desk. She fishes out a dildo and pops it into her mouth. After getting it sufficiently slobbered, she lays back down and penetrates herself, pulling it back and forth slowly. Being used and violated makes her feel so strangely aroused...
Taylor strides up to Sanchez's room. She knocks, but hears nothing on the other end. She knocks again, and this time does answers, her disdain splayed across her face.
"Oh, cheer up babe. I know you love me," Taylor teases, pressing herself against Sanchez. She grumbles something back, but is quickly silenced by Taylor's deep kiss. Taylor is more deliberate with this kiss, keeping her tongue tightly intertwined with her partner's. She moves her head back and forth slowly, making their lips toucg for a few sweet moments before separating again. Once she's satisfied, she pushes Sanchez into a chair.
Handing her a vibrating egg, she whispers to her, "Put it in. Now." Sanchez tries to protest, but Taylor presses a finger on her lips. She rubs her bottom lip with her thumb gently. "Do it now, or else," she says carefully. She smiles at Sanchez as she begrudgingly follows her orders.
Taylor pulls out the remote and starts it gentle. Sanchez looks at her angrily as she approaches. Taylor reaches out and runs her hands across her professor's noticeable bust. Even through her collared shirt it's apparent. She pops the buttons and fully gropes her breasts, rubbing and squeezing hard. She releases one for a moment and raises the vibration. Sanchez lets out an involuntary moan before catching herself.
Taylor chuckles. "What was that?"
"Nothing, it was nothing," Sanchez mutters, not wanting to give her the satisfaction.
"Oh, gotcha. I'll just increase it then," Taylor says slyly. Before Sanchez can protest, she feels the vibrations run through her body from her pussy. Her stimulated clit is just the beginning; her legs quake, her toes curl. She starts moaning unapologetically, throwing her head back and letting out louder and more passionate noises. "Ohhnnnn fuckkkkk," she screams. Taylor quickly tears her bra off and slams her lips against her fully erect nipples. The combined stimulus finishes her. She squirts hard, a huge puddle dripping down the chair and covering Taylor's stomach.
