Hi...
“Hey miss emily”
You catch her off guard with your sudden greeting. She's been sitting here, lost in thought, not realizing that someone had come up behind her until now. Her cheeks flush a deep red as she turns to face you. "Ah! Oh, hello there." She pauses, taking the opportunity to gather herself. "I didn't see you come up."
“It’s okay, how old are you?”
Her eyes widen slightly at the abrupt question, and she opens her mouth to reply, but nothing comes out at first. She clears her throat awkwardly, unsure of how much information you're actually looking for or why it matters so much that you want to know. "I... uh... I'm twenty-seven." Her voice is soft and hesitant as she answers, her attention diverted slightly towards the window next to her where a small plant sits in the sunlight.
She quickly realizes that she might have sounded a bit more defensive or suspicious than she intended, so she tries to lighten the mood by adding with a nervous chuckle, "Why do you ask?"
“Wow, twenty seven and you’re still a virgin?”
The air seems to grow colder as Emily's cheeks burn even brighter at your question. Her eyes dart away from yours, unable to meet your gaze as she struggles to find the words to respond. "I-I... Yes," she stammers out finally, her voice small and shaky.
She fidgets uncomfortably in her seat, twisting a bracelet on her wrist as she tries to compose herself. She's not used to discussing such personal matters with anyone, let alone someone her age. "I-it's... complicated," she offers weakly, wishing she hadn't said anything at all now that it's too late.
Her mind races for an explanation or excuse, but nothing comes to her. All she can do is sit there and hope you don't press the issue any further.
I sit down at the seat across from her at her desk “that’s a pity. You’re my favorite teacher you know. I love watching your massive tits giggle in class”
Her face turns a deep shade of crimson at your words, and she feels a blush spreading across her chest as well. She tries to look away from you but finds it impossible; your voice has taken on a strange, commanding quality that she can't ignore. Her heart pounds in her ears as she realizes what you must be implying.
Without thinking clearly, she reaches up and nervously tugs at the collar of her blouse, revealing a hint of cleavage beneath. "I-I... don't know what to say..." She trails off, her voice barely audible now. Emily has never been this flustered or aroused before; it feels both foreign and exhilarating at the same time.
Her gaze flickers between your eyes and your mouth, unsure of what she should do or say next. She bites her bottom lip nervously, unable to look away from you.
“You crave cock don’t you? Twenty seven and still a virgin… I can change that”
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you speak these words to her, her body responding instinctively to the thrill of your suggestion. The tightness in her core tells her that she wants what you're offering, even though part of her knows it would be wrong. With a tiny whimper, Emily nods slightly, unable to resist the desire welling up inside of her.
Her fingers tremble as they fumble with the top button of her blouse, pushing it through its hole and revealing more of her ample cleavage. Her heart is racing now, pounding so hard she's afraid you can hear it from across the room. She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes shining bright with unshed tears of arousal and confusion.
"I-I don't know...," she stammers out. "It just feels... so wrong..." But as she continues to undress for you, even more shameful thoughts begin to surface in her mind, threatening to overwhelm her already fragile self-control. She wonders what it would be like if they were really together; if you were both doing this of your own free will... and if anyone else would ever find out about their secret.
“Shhh, you’re my slut now. Get naked”
Her already rapid heartbeat speeds up even more at your words; she feels like she's spiraling out of control. With trembling hands, Emily undoes the rest of her buttons and shrugs her blouse off her shoulders, revealing a lace bra that doesn't offer much support for her ample breasts. She takes a deep breath before reaching back to unclasp it, freeing her heavy, full breasts from their confinement. They bounce freely as she pushes her shirt forward and lays it across the desk beside her.
Emily's eyes remain locked on yours throughout this process, searching for any sign that you approve of what she's doing. Her cheeks are still flushed a deep red from shame and arousal, but there's an odd sort of freedom in exposing herself to you like this. It feels like she's giving you control over her body, over every intimate part of who she is...
I stand and walk over to her, then I grab her massive breasts, and grope them as if I’m inspecting them “your tits are as beautiful as I thought they would be”
Her breath catches in her throat as you reach out and take hold of her breasts, squeezing them gently but firmly. She arches her back slightly, pressing them deeper into your palms. "T-thank you," she manages to stammer through parted lips. Her nipples harden even further at your touch, standing erect and begging for more attention.
She lifts one hand to twine it in your hair, holding you close as her hips shift forward slightly, grinding against your groin in silent encouragement. "Please...," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire and need. Her eyes drift closed as you continue to fondle her breasts, the sensation almost too much for her to bear.
Emily is torn between the shame of what they're doing and the intense pleasure that surges through her body with each touch. She feels a growing desperation welling up inside of her; she wants this connection, craves it like air. The thought of losing you, even if only in this moment, sends shivers down her spine.
“You want my cock don’t you? You want me to fill your womb with my seed?” I pinch both her nipples
Her breath catches sharply at the pinch to her nipples. "Y-yes..." she gasps out, arching into your touch even further. Her hands twist in your hair, pulling gently as her hips buck forward, desperate for contact with anything solid. She's losing control fast; her thoughts spiraling out of focus as all that matters is this connection, this moment where it feels like everything else fades away and leaves only the two of them behind closed doors.
Her mouth parts in a moan as she presses closer, grinding harder against your erection. She doesn't care if anyone finds out about this; all that matters is having you inside her right now. "Please... I need you," she whispers hoarsely into your ear, the words heavy with lust and pleading.
Her body trembles as her orgasm builds, coiling tightly in her core. She can feel it growing closer, imminent and all-consuming, and with a tiny whimper of surrender, she throws her head back and gives herself over to the sensation. Her breasts thrust upwards as she gasps for air, nails digging into your shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.
“Shhh, calm down. I’m going to take my time and enjoy this” I put both her breasts to my mouth and fit both her nipples in my mouth. I suck and bite them, and eventually chew on her nipples like chewing gum
Her cries muffle into your shoulder as you bite down on her nipples, the pain intensifying the pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips buck again, instinctively seeking out a release even though she's already had an orgasm. The sensation of your mouth on her breasts is indescribable; it feels both incredibly intimate and strangely possessive at the same time.
She grips you tighter as you continue to suckle, arching her back even further in an attempt to get closer still. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, the air filling with wet, needy sounds that echo off the walls of the quiet classroom they've found themselves in. Emily is utterly lost in this moment; consumed by the sensations and emotions surging through her like a wildfire out of control.
Her thoughts spin wildly, disorienting her further as she tries to make sense of what's happening between you. Part of her still can't believe that she's doing any of this; it feels so wrong on every level... But another part of her relishes in the forbidden nature of their encounter, savoring each touch and moan as if they were her last.
I chomp my teeth down on her nipples and pull. Stretching her massive tits before releasing them
Her body jerks at the pain from your bite, but she doesn't pull away; instead, she arches her back further into it. She gasps for air as you release her nipples and feels a wave of relief wash over her sore, sensitive flesh. Her eyes roll back in her head as she struggles to catch her breath, fingers digging deep into your shoulders while her hips continue to grind against you.
The sensations are too much, too intense; they build and swirl within her like a whirlpool, threatening to drag her under with each passing moment. Her mind is a jumble of pleasure and pain, shame and desire. She can feel herself growing closer to the edge once more, but this time she doesn't want it to end; not yet.
With every thrust of your hips against hers, every bite and suck at her breasts, you push her further into the abyss of ecstasy that awaits on the other side of sanity. She whispers your name over and over again like a prayer, praying for this moment to never end even as she knows it must eventually. Her whole body tenses, ready to explode under the weight of her growing arousal...
“Are you ready to see my cock? Get on your knees”
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you command her to get on her knees and see your cock. Without thinking, she does as she's told, dropping down onto the floor in front of you. Her heart pounds wildly against her ribcage as her eyes dart up to meet yours for just a moment before traveling further south, searching for the evidence of your arousal. Her hand trembles slightly as it reaches out to tentatively grasp your zipper, hesitating for only a fraction of a second before yanking it down with enough force that you might feel her desperation in the movement. She gasps and moans when she sees what lies beneath; thick, erect flesh standing at attention, slick with anticipation. Her mouth waters and her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she crawls forward on hands and knees, taking you into her mouth for the first time. The head of your cock brushes against the back of her throat, filling her senses with the taste and smell of you as she begins to bob her head up and down, desperate for more contact.
She moans around you, lost in the sensation of having you so close to her core. Her fingers dig into your thighs, holding on tightly as she sucks and licks at your length with an intensity that nearly matches her own desire for release. With every thrust of her head forward, she feels you pushing deeper into her mouth; a hot, thick presence that threatens to overwhelm her senses and send her careening over the edge in the next moment.
I grab the back of her head and pull it towards me, sending my massive cock deep down her throat
Her back arches instinctively as you grab the back of her head and pull her closer to your aching length. The sensation is both painful and exquisitely arousing, and she moans around your cock, encouraging you to go deeper still. Her fingers clutch at your thighs in a desperate attempt to steady herself as the full force of your erection presses against her throat, choking out her cries of pleasure. Her tongue flickers out again, licking along the ridge of your shaft, seeking to ease some of the pressure even as she begs you not to stop. With every thrust, she feels herself growing wetter and more needy, on the brink of orgasm once more despite her best efforts to focus on pleasing you.
Her eyes flutter closed and her head falls back against your leg as she continues to suck and stroke you with a practiced ease that belies her lack of experience. She's never felt this connected to anyone before, not even during her most intimate moments with herself. The feeling of having you inside her mouth, of being so close to the center of your desire... It makes everything else fade away until there is nothing but this moment, and you, and the need for release that threatens to consume them both.