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I lay there; face down on his desk, my legs spread wide as my orgasm faded. It had been so wonderful having him use the soft wet probe this time to bring me to completion. I always felt relaxed after he'd made me cum, but this new way was wonderful.
He removed his thumbs and stood up behind me. I had never felt so turned on in all my life. I knew there was more to come, and I couldn't wait. I looked over my shoulder at Mr. Reed, my handsome English teacher, he was always so composed and reserved, just like an Englishman should be, his accent did funny things to a lot of the girls.
People made jokes about having an "English" English teacher but it was cool, he'd actually been to the places Shakespeare wrote about. It blew my mind, I didn't know how or why he was here, I just knew he made me crazy.
His smile made me feel all gooey inside. I think I was a little bit in love with him, and I knew, a lot in lust. He put his strong hands on my hips.
"Shall we start the treatment?"
I nodded eagerly, I was feeling even more excited than I had before.
"Ok then, just relax and allow things to happen naturally."
I turned away from him and bit my lip as the hard hot probe touched my asshole before sliding down my slit to bump into my throbbing clit.
Back and forth, the probe ran across my moist, sensitive flesh. My breathing became hoarse as the delightful sensations pulsed through me, his skilful use of the probe teased me closer and closer to my orgasm until, before I could do anything to stop myself, that most exquisite sensation took over my whole being and I shuddered to a crushing orgasm.
I lay there on the desk as I slowly regained my composure, aware that the probe was poised at the entrance to my pussy. Mr. Reed's hands were firm and strong on my waist.
"Well done Jenny, you're doing very well. I think we need to move the treatment on to the next stage. Do you think you're ready for that?"
"I, I don't know, Sir, what is the next stage?" I stammered, looking timidly over my shoulder at him.
He smiled that kind reassuring smile of his. I was intensely aware of the probe was gently rubbing all over my soaking wet pussy.
"Jenny, you look so scared, don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of. It's simple, I'll hold the probe steady and you push back onto the probe, until you have it all inside of you."
"If you think I'm ready, Sir."
Mr. Reed frowned, "Jenny this is about you, are you ready?"