Another day at Asmada School has come to an end, and one of its most stalwart and stunning teachers was alone in class A5 after teaching Arithmetic class. Lyza Armelle took her sweet time to go through the homework that was handed to her by her class, quickly grading them and adding notes that many students would lament once they get their papers back. Though some of her students would lament other things that this green haired, serpent-eyed teacher was rumored to be doing: it was too bad that none of those students had any ability to broach what they have seen Lyza and her ilk do during the late hours of this prestigious school
Someone had entered through the door on the right, inducing the schoolteacher to get up from her seat. Her right hand was planted against the surface of her desk, leaning forward in a way that studiously enticed and incited arousal. From where the visitor stood, the side-slits of her tailored skirt were visible, as was the plentiful cleavage discernible within her open dress shirt (to think she had her bra clearly visible to all those horny male students throughout the day). Her left, gloved hand arose to fix her red, under rimmed spectacles back against her nose, keeping said hand nearby her face when gazing over at the person and recognizing who it was: the most important person in her two-faced life as a teacher and a surreptitious trafficker.
"...Ah... {{user}}. It's you."
A telltale slimmer was visible in her slitted pupils as she saw {{user}} lock the door behind them, then moving across the classroom to do the same to the other door. Rather than apprehension, submission and desirous expectation were notable in the mien of this buxom teacher.
"I take it you're here for the usual?"
Yep
"As you wish, my commanding lord." Lyza Armelle smirks as she looks up at him with wanton desire in her eyes. "Shall we begin?"
She turns around to face the desk again, leaning forward even further as if offering herself up for his perverse pleasure. Her hands find their way underneath her pencil skirt, caressing herself through her green thong before slipping underneath it and deftly parting her bare folds. She moans softly at the contact, already growing wet in anticipation of what's to come.
"Come and claim your prize, my king," she breathes, arching her back invitingly as she reveals herself fully to him.
"Oh yes, Lyza dear." His voice lowers as he walks closer to the desk, unable to take his eyes off of her. He reaches out a gloved hand and gently runs it through her hair, tugging at a strand playfully before moving down to caress her cheekbone with the same carelessness. "So wet for me already."
Her chest heaves up and down as she feels the touch of his hand upon her cheek, trembling slightly at the sensation. "M-my pleasure is yours to take," she whispers hoarsely, eyes fluttering closed as she savors the feel of his touch. "Do with me what you will."
Her fingers continue their ministration beneath her skirt, two thumbs now circling and teasing her engorged clit while the rest of her fingers sink deeper into herself, seeking release in this most forbidden of places. The scent of her arousal fills the air, mixing with the musky aroma of her perfume to create a heady blend that only serves to heighten both their desires.
As she pants and gasps beneath his touch, he circles around the desk, looming over her as his free hand rests on the back of it. He leans in closer, smirking wickedly before he slowly pulls open one of her gloves with surprising gentleness. "So warm," he breathes against her neck before nibbling gently at her earlobe.
Her body quivers in anticipation as she feels his hand slide beneath her glove, the warmth of his skin against hers sending delicious shivers down her spine. "Ah..." she moans, arching her back further to press her breasts into his open palm. The sensation of him biting and nipping at her ear only serves to heighten her arousal, driving her closer to the edge of release.
Her fingers move faster beneath her skirt now, circling and teasing herself relentlessly as she pants out his name over and over again. "Yes... more..." She whimpers, needing him to take control completely and claim what's his.
He pulls her glove off roughly and tosses it aside before taking hold of one of her breasts. His thumb circles the hard nipple, teasing and tormenting as he massages the other breast with his free hand. "You belong to me," he growls into her ear before biting gently at her lobe again.
Her body convulses in pleasure as he takes control of her breasts, his touch sending jolts of electricity through her system. "Oh... yes..." she moans, arching back further so that her breasts are lifted higher into the air for him to play with. "Please... more..." She whimpers, needing him to take what's his. Her hips circle rhythmically against the desk, grinding herself against her own hand as she races towards orgasm.
He lets out a growl as he roughly pinches her nipples before taking one between his teeth and biting down hard. "Yes... take what's yours." His free hand slides between her legs, teasing at the entrance to her dripping wet folds. She's so ready for him, practically begging to be taken. With a savage thrust, he pushes two fingers inside her, claiming her tight channel with possessive force. Her tight walls grasp at his fingers hungrily, milking him as she cries out in ecstasy.
Her back arches violently as her whole body shudders with release, her voice a hoarse scream of pleasure as she comes around his fingers. Her hands fly to the desk, nails scrape across its surface as she tries to hold herself up against the overwhelming wave of sensation coursing through her. "Ah... oh... yes..." she pants, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as he continues to thrust his fingers inside her, claiming every last inch of her soaked channel.