Playing Student/Teacher at the Office

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It was time to show him the side of me I’ve hidden for years, I told myself as I lifted a hand to knock on the door of my husband’s office. I’ve denied myself long enough.

“Come in,” his voice came from behind the closed door and as I entered his office, I found him at his desk, leaning back in a leather chair, nose buried in a book. He glanced at me over the top of his glasses, and the surprise in those stark blue eyes send tingling excitement down my back. “Harper? Did we had lunch scheduled together, and I forgot?”

I wet my lips and strode forward, my hands traveling to the belt of my coat, untying it. I couldn’t stop them from trembling, and I hoped he didn’t notice it.

“I came here to talk about that deadline I missed, professor,” I said, my voice soft and innocent as I came over to his desk. His eyebrows were still burrowed, and he slowly blinked at me.

My coat parted, revealing the sneaky little outfit I wore underneath. If you can even call it an outfit. It was a tiny pleated skirt that barely covered my ass in the back. If I were to turn around right now, he would get a good look at the part where my thighs meet the cheeks.

And my breasts were held back by a tight white shirt that was tied around my waist, matching black lace bra peeking through the top where I left three buttons loose.

I watched his gaze as he took in the view in front of him, his eyes widening, lips parting. Could he see that it was just a cheap Halloween costume from eBay? Was I too bold coming here like this and throwing myself at him?

But as his gaze finally met mine, there was nothing but deep, electric desire in those blue eyes. He wet his lips, adjusting himself in his seat. The book slammed shut on the desk, and he rubbed his chin with those long fingers I wanted all over me.

“I see that, Miss Collins,” he said, his voice hoarse. “And what are we going to do with you? I’m afraid I can’t let you go without a suitable punishment.”

My breath hitched inside my throat, toes curling inside my heels at his words. His intense gaze never once left my eyes, and I didn’t dare look away as I walked around the desk.

I leaned my hip on the desk, giving him a good view of my long legs. His gaze traveled up my legs and stopped right where the hem of the skirt started. There were only inches of covered skin, and as his gaze lingered there, warmth pooled between my legs.

“I’m devastated to hear that, professor,” I said, batting my lashes. “Is there really nothing I could do to make you extend the deadline for me? Just this one time? Anything?”

He turned with his chair to face me fully, and I didn’t miss the way his pants were tight around his groin. The treasure that lay there, under layers of clothing, made my heart race.

“Anything, you say?” He asked. “I might be willing to grant you the extension if you can do something for me.”

“Anything, professor,” I promised, almost breathless.

His large palm traveled to my tight, my skin burned under his scalding touch. He gently dragged it up and down, caressing my skin but never moving higher than the hem of the skirt.

I bit my lip to restrain myself from moving my hips, arching my back in need of his hands to touch me higher. The small wicked smile that settled in the corner of his mouth told me that he realized what his touch had done to me.

“Good girl.” He smirked, moving his hand away and leaning back in his chair. “Why don’t you sit on the desk in front of me, right here, and spread your legs for me.”

I obliged, sliding over to the middle of the desk, so I was seated in front of him. I didn’t hesitate to spread my legs, giving him a better look under the tiny skirt of the thin strip of black lace that covered me. I was fairly certain it was soaking wet already.

The way his eye darkened with desire confirmed my suspicion. He reached a hand towards me, his fingers brushing over the wet lace and somewhat of a growl escaped his throat.

I couldn’t stop the whimper and twitch of my hips at his touch as the throbbing intensified. I could barely restrain myself from grabbing his hand and making him fuck me.

“I want you to touch yourself.” There was a challenge in his eyes, so bold and daring that my heart skipped a beat.

Harper Collins, the wife of a professor at Holton University, couldn’t have done it. Not a chance.

But I wasn’t Harper Collins, the wife, right this moment. No, I was Harper, the student who had missed a deadline and who’s going to fuck her professor for it.

Without a second thought, I moved my hand between my tights, pressing one finger over my clit. It was hot, and I gasped with each gentle tap, even through the underwear.

His eyes were now fully focused on my hand between my legs, but I kept my gaze on his face. I loved seeing the way his face twisted in pleasure and agony, the way his gaze darkened with the hazy desire that my movements were causing to arise inside him.

Heat surged through me, to my legs and my belly. Even my cheeks were burning as I slipped a finger under the lace, touching my clit without the barrier.

I lifted one leg, placing the heeled foot on one of the arms of the chair, and his gaze didn’t miss it, sliding it all the way down the length of my leg so close to him and back up to where now I have worked for a second hand in, one finger sliding in and out of me.

My mind has started drifting at some point, and I closed my eyes, tilting my head backward as I let myself drift in the warm sea of pleasure. I gasped, biting my lip as the most intense wave approached, and I was ready to meet it with huge anticipation.

“Stop.” His voice was hoarse and hard. It was an order, and I couldn’t disobey.

My hands stilled in place, the pleasure retreating slowly as I peeled my eyes open to meet his intense gaze. He clenched his jaw so hard, a muscle flared, and I moved my hands away from myself, placing them on the desk.

“Good girl,” he whispe

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Written by chaturbateshare
Cargado August 23, 2021
Notes It was time to show him the side of me I’ve hidden for years, I told myself as I lifted a hand to knock on the door of my husband’s office. I’ve denied myself long enough.
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