Another After-school Activity
Two teachers meet again for their weekly after-school fuck session.
Their meetings became more daring as time went on, no longer relegated to just her classroom with the door locked. They took the risk of meeting in other places in the school, after hours, when most students and staff should have been out of the building. The padded mat and the large exercise ball in the Physical and Occupational Therapy room had been a fun change of scenery. And now they had decided on the secluded back stairway that hardly got any traffic even during the day.
He waited, sitting on a step, surrounded by the echoey cinder block walls and red handrails. It wasn’t a romantic spot, but what they were doing was far from romantic also.
“Ms. Nickols, you’re late,” he announced when he saw her head pop up around the bend as she climbed up the stairs. She didn’t reply, pressing her lips together, her hands held behind her. “Well, you know what that means,” he announced, his fingers already working to unbuckle his belt. She nodded, hiking up her skirt around her hips and turning away from him. “Hands on the wall,” he told her, standing up. He pulled the belt out through the loops and doubled it over in his hands, holding onto both ends.
She was quite obedient, resting her hands against the cold, gray wall and pushing her ass out for him. The round, pale globes of her ass were unobstructed by fabric, with the narrow thong disappearing into the space between them. He really enjoyed that ass.
The first crack echoed loudly through the staircase, making her cringe. He stopped, listening to whether it had drawn anyone else’s attention, but all was quiet and he continued with a second and third. Angry red marks appeared across her skin from the belt, a perfect adornment to that shapely hump. He didn’t continue though, not wanting to waste any more time on the spanking, eager to get his aching cock out of his pants.
He lowered his hand down over the curve of her ass and between her legs, pushing aside the string of her thong to feel for her wetness.
“Ms. Nickols, you certainly seem to be getting off on your punishment,” he announced. She only whimpered in reply as his fingers slid back and forth through her slit.
He spun her around and she watched him as he dropped the belt and pulled out his hard cock through the zipper, stroking his hand over the shaft. He walked towards her and she stepped back, her back pressing into the wall. His hand landed on the wall above her shoulder, pinning her there with his body, then he lifted her leg up to his hip, hooking it there, before returning his hand to his cock to guide it to her pussy. Pushing her panties aside, he slid the tip through her folds, pressing in slowly. He watched her face, the pleasure written on it, her slightly parted lips, her eyes that seemed ready to roll back in her head.
He leaned into her, shifting his hand to her thigh, supporting it and gripping tightly as he began driving into her. She leaned back on the wall for support while her arms wrapped around his waist, reaching down to his ass to pull him into her. He couldn’t help but smirk at that. She wanted him so badly. Her pussy clenched around his cock drenching him down to his balls. He moved his hand off the wall, bringing it up between them, reaching for her clit. Just a few strokes of his thumb over her clit and she was coming, her eyes closed, her lips pressed together in a moan.
She felt fantastic, tight and hot. He sped up, pounding into her harder while she shifted her hands to grip his shoulders. He was close, feeling his balls tighten, nearly ready for release. He pulled out suddenly, bringing her leg down and pressing a hand to her shoulder, shoving her to the floor onto her knees. He didn’t have to ask or order her — her head tilted back and her mouth opened inviting his cock inside. Unceremoniously, he shoved it between her lips, pinning her head back to the wall as he thrust in.
“Eyes up here,” he reminded her and she lifted them to meet his. He slapped her cheek lightly. “Good girl.”
It didn’t take long. Inside her warm, wet mouth, her tongue providing just the right sort of friction, his cock throbbed, ready to explode. He only pumped a few more times before he pushed to the back of her throat and unloaded. He hoped she could taste herself on his cock along with the thick, salty cum that she swallowed. He watched her throat move as she accepted everything he had to give her. Her tongue swirled around his shaft and tip, collecting every last drop. And she didn’t let go until he pulled away from her.
“Fuck, you’re a marvelous cock sucker,” he complimented. She beamed at him, her cheeks flushing pink. He reached a hand down to her, to help her up, after tucking his cock back into his pants and zipping up. She stood, adjusting her skirt back down her thighs. “I’m gonna have to think of someplace else that’s fun, for next time,” he told her. Her eyes sparkled at that and he could almost feel his cock stirring back to life at the thought of fucking this woman again.
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