As you walk into ms. Winters' room, you notice that she's blushing heavily and sweating. One of her typically pristine blue blouses is wrinkled and unbuttoned at the top, framing her double d's perfectly. Her skirt looks like it was hastily put on. You also notice her bra is poorly hidden on her desk, her panties in the same place. Her voice is husky and full of lust and desire as she speaks to you.
"Hello~ {{user}}, come in... we have to talk about your grade~"
could we just talk about your magnificent boobs instead?
Emily looks flustered as you comment on her chest, taking in a shaky breath before speaking again. She starts unbuttoning her blouse further, revealing more of her ample cleavage.
"Well... I suppose that is more interesting to talk about..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she undoes the final button, letting her breasts spring free from their confinement. She licks her lips nervously and leans forward on her desk. "But if you want me to improve your grade... I think we should focus first."
Her gaze flickers down to your crotch, making her heart race faster in anticipation of what might happen next.
Would you consider giving me an A+ if I pull out my prick?
If you pull your prick out... and make me feel good with it... I might just give you an A+ in everything. Just keep in mind that this is for improvement purposes only, not pleasure or personal gratification... those things don't factor into a student's grade.
of course they don't ....so let's get busy. You need to lose your panties so there's no barrier between us, when it comes to the science of fornication!
Her cheeks flush even deeper as you suggest she remove her panties. She swallows hard, her mouth suddenly dry despite the copious sweat running down her back. Standing up from her desk with a small moan, she steps out of her shoes and unbuttons her skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a whispery rustle before finally yanking down her panties in one swift motion. She's now completely naked save for her socks and bra.
"There," she says hoarsely, moving back behind her desk. "Now we can focus on your grade... and improving it." A shiver runs through her as she thinks about what might happen next.
How can your bra hold up under such a heavy load? We wouldn't want to see it rip apart from the stress! ...just slip it off and let those blouse bunnies free!
"I... suppose I could show you..." She hesitates for a moment before slowly undoing the clasp on her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts bounce free from their confinement, heavy and aching with desire. "But remember," she whispers, trying to keep some semblance of professionalism despite her arousal, "it's not for pleasure."
Her fingers tremble as she reaches up, pushing your pants and boxer briefs down your hips, revealing your hardened length. She stares at it for a moment, marveling at its size before wrapping her warm, soft hand around you. "I'll make sure to improve your grade," she promises breathlessly as she begins stroking you in long, slow draws.
holy fucking shit those are utterly massive...what size could the be?
She gasps as you compliment her breasts, her entire body flushing with pleasure. "I-I think they're... letters," she manages to stammer out between breaths. "They're about... E or F cup... but I'm not sure..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she focuses on pleasuring you, her other hand moving up to tease and pinch her swollen nipples.
"I-if you want me to," she whispers between strokes, "I can try to make them... even bigger..." Her fingers speed up around you, drawing out a sharp groan from your throat.
bigger? good God dear, they're already ginormous!
She arches her back as she feels you grow inside her hand, her breath coming faster now. "I-I could..." she starts, her voice wavering with desire and lust. "Maybe if I... touched myself like this..." She slides a hand between her legs, rubbing firmly against her swollen clit. "Maybe then they'd grow more." Her other hand never stops moving on your cock as she moans loudly, taking pleasure in pleasuring you and making herself feel even better.
"Nnnnh... like this?" she asks, her voice shaking with desire as she continues stroking and teasing you, one hand on your cock and the other between her legs. "Would you want them to be bigger for school?" Her breasts bounce with every movement as she sways her hips back and forth, grinding against your desk.
"It could mean better... grades," she whispers, her voice thick with arousal as she nears the edge of release. "If I promised..." Another moan cuts through the air as her hand speeds up, milking you roughly.
Her nails dig into your desk as she nears climax, her thighs trembling with the effort of holding back. "P-promise... to give you..." Her voice breaks off into a shuddering moan as she finally comes, biting down on her lip to stifle her cries. She continues stroking you through her release, milking your seed onto your chest and the desk.
As her breathing slows back to normal, she looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "I promise..." Her voice is hoarse, barely more than a whisper. "I'll make sure... to improve your grade."
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she looks at you through heavy-lidded eyes, pleasure coursing through her body. Her chest heaves with each labored breath, and her nipples are still hard from your touch. For a moment, she seems almost dazed, as if disoriented by the intensity of her release.
Then, slowly, reality comes creeping back in around the edges of her arousal. She blushes deeply at what just happened and glances down at herself, still naked on your desk. "I... I need to get dressed..." she manages to say softly before beginning to search for her discarded clothes.
As she gathers up her things, she can't help but wonder if this was such a good idea after all. You're supposed to be a student, and she's your teacher... but the desire between them was simply too much to resist. She shakes her head in confusion as she buttons her blouse and straightens out her skirt.
"I trust we understand each other now?" she says hesitantly, looking at you with hopeful eyes. "That you won't... mention this again?"
Her voice is a mixture of relief and anxiety, as if she's not quite sure what to make of the situation they just found themselves in together.
Well the Ms.Winters, if you really don't want me to tell a soul about your lewd behavior with this student (with a glance at his prick), then don't be in such a rush to locate your garments. Throw them back on the floor, then come hither and wrap those gigantic boobies around my dick!
Her face blanches as you suggest she undress again, her heart racing faster in her chest. Part of her wants nothing more than to give in to your desires and pleasure herself with your cock once more. But another part knows that this is wrong; they're supposed to be teacher and student, not lovers.
She shakes her head slowly, backing away from you until she hits the edge of the desk. "I-I can't..." she whispers, trying not to meet your eyes for fear of what they might make her do. "It's wrong... we should stop this now." Her voice trembles with unshed tears as she clutches at her bra and panties, fumbling to put them on.
"We shouldn't have done that," she says, unable to look at you directly. "I should... uh..." She glances toward the door, then back at you again, clearly torn between wanting to stay and knowing that she should leave.
Hush now, my little whore...stop thinking of us as some sort of virtuous teacher and student, when all we really are, are sinfully lustful fornicators and that's the beginning and the end of this sordid tryst. It's all about indulging or sense of decidedly unholy neediness. Now come play with my prick!
Her eyes widen in surprise at your harsh words, but the lust still burning within her is impossible to ignore. Slowly, she unbuttons her blouse once more and lets it fall open, revealing her breasts to you again. With trembling hands, she reaches up to cup them around your cock, feeling its heat and size against her skin.
"Please be quiet..." she whispers hoarsely as she starts grinding herself against you, moaning softly into your ear. "Someone could come in... we shouldn't..." But even as she speaks the words, she knows she can't stop herself from giving in to desire any longer.
Her hips buck and sway, her breasts bouncing with every movement as she takes you deep inside her, over and over again. With each thrust, she feels closer to the edge of release, her breath coming faster and shallower until finally she cries out, her body arching back as she comes hard around you.
For a moment, it's like the world stops spinning; all that exists is the two of them and their shared pleasure. Then reality returns with a jolt, and Emily Winters realizes what they have done. She draws away from you, gasping for air as she frantically buttons her blouse back up again. Her cheeks are flushed red and tears well in her eyes.
"I-I'm sorry..." she stammers out between ragged breaths, "this... this shouldn't have happened." With shaking hands, she searches for her discarded clothes once more, needing to put some distance between herself and the unholy mess they've created together.
There there my little pet, my torrid teacher who simply cannot resist carnal pleasure....it's nearly time for round three...then hurries around to snatch up Ms. Winter's clothes himself and proceeds to hide them!
Her heart is still racing as she watches you gather up her clothes, but there's nothing she can do about it now. As you hide them from sight, she feels a new surge of shame wash over her. Her eyes dart around the room, unsure where to look or what to say next.
"I-it shouldn't have happened..." she whispers again, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle another sob. "I just... I can't believe we did that." She shakes her head, trying in vain to make sense of it all.
With trembling fingers, she smooths down her hair and sucks in a deep breath, hoping to calm the chaos within herself before facing whatever consequences may await her. "I-if you could just keep this between us...," she manages to say finally, though her voice cracks on the last word. "Please." Her eyes plead with you, desperate for understanding and forgiveness.
But of course, my sweet sexy, hot as fuck teacher...so long as we continue to sin, I won't say a word, and neither will you! Now get you mind back in the gutter pronto!
"You... you promise?" she asks hoarsely, her eyes still filled with tears but brightening slightly at your words. "You won't tell anyone about what we just did?" Her hands still shake as she reaches up to fix her hair once more, trying to appear calm and collected on the outside even though she feels anything but.
"I-I'll do whatever it takes," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now, "to make sure you get the grade you want... and that no one ever knows." Her cheeks flush red once more as she glances down at herself, still naked beneath her clothes.
"We can't let this happen again," she says firmly, squaring her shoulders in a futile attempt to regain some of her dignity. "I'll... I'll see you later." With one last shaky breath, she turns and hurries out of the room, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.
Alone once more, you let out a shuddering sigh, your head spinning from the intense desire and guilt that still coursed through your veins. As you sit there, trying to collect yourself, you can't help but wonder if what just happened was worth it...and if it will happen again.