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hall to one of the bathrooms. Classes will be starting soon, but I should have a few minutes alone and I don't have time to go home and come back to campus.
But I can't spend the day like this. Hot and horny with sopping panties.
Inside the bathroom, I check to make sure no one else is in here. It smells of disinfectant and bleach and all the toilet seats are up. No one's been in here since the night cleaning crew came through.
Maybe I should text Scott and see if he's up for a little fun. But I can't wait.
I go into the last stall and lock it behind me, slamming the toilet seat down. I pull my skirt back up, wincing as it scrapes against my raw flesh, and pull my thong down.
I hiss as I sit down, my ass is so sore. It was going to be a constant reminder for the rest of the day. Maybe for a couple days. I grin at the thought. Turns out, the Fuckit List is just what I needed. It is fun as hell. The whole thing is back on.
Propping one of my legs on the toilet roll holder, I slide my fingers into my slit, rubbing hard at my clit. I feel a little ridiculous getting myself off in the bathroom like a twelve-year-old boy who just saw his first Playboy , but I don't care. I need release. Now.
I remember what his hand and ruler felt like coming down on me, how dirty it felt, how forbidden. I had enjoyed being punished by the Professor a little too much. I had enjoyed being used and abused for his pleasure.
I rub faster, my head titling back and my eyes closing. I plunge three of my fingers inside me, wishing it was his cock. I slam them over and over, but it still isn't enough. I reach into my shirt just like he had and grab one of my nipples and give them a fierce pinch. My ass still sore, my nipple aching, I pull out to rub my clit, pressing down on it. The ache builds and waves over me, my skin flushing and tightening. I stiffen and jerk, my breath coming in gasps.
I keep my eyes closed until my breaths calm and even out.
My body is jelly, finally relaxed after the delicious stress of the morning. I clear my throat, a little embarrassed now that the afterglow has faded away. When I recap all this for Scott at brunch this weekend, I'll leave this part out.
I've never done anything like this. Like any of this. Fucking my best friend almost every way there is to fuck someone. Erotic dreams. Seducing my professor for a better grade and getting spanked for my trouble and then sucking his dick. Getting myself off in the bathroom.
Who am I becoming? Is this who I've always been, but was buried deep down while I was busy being who I thought I was supposed to? Or am I just addicted to the game? If the former, would I be able to give this up once it was time to start my regular life and be a grownup? Or is there another option? Something that hasn't occurred to me?
I slide my underwear all the way off my legs, not wanting to spend the rest of the day with wet panties on. After shoving them in the pocket of my bag, I stand and adjust my clothes, checking to make sure there are no telltale signs of my filthy morning.
My hair is completely insane, so I throw it into a messy bun. With one last check in the mirror at my still flushed face, I leave. I have just enough time to grab a coffee before my first class.
9
S till sore from our last meeting, I knock on the Professor's door, no hesitation, only excitement this time. At his call to enter, I slip inside, closing the door behind me. The vanilla tobacco scent of his office embraces me. A scent that's now familiar and brings to mind very naughty, dirty things. From now on every time I smell vanilla, I'm going to remember him and everything he did to me.
Professor Roux stares at me, taking in my schoolgirl uniform. I try not to fidget, nervous tension skittering through me. I hope this is what he meant. I have on a tiny little plaid gray and blue skirt that barely covers me, no underwear, and a blue cardigan only held together by two buttons. My breasts spill over the top, my
But I can't spend the day like this. Hot and horny with sopping panties.
Inside the bathroom, I check to make sure no one else is in here. It smells of disinfectant and bleach and all the toilet seats are up. No one's been in here since the night cleaning crew came through.
Maybe I should text Scott and see if he's up for a little fun. But I can't wait.
I go into the last stall and lock it behind me, slamming the toilet seat down. I pull my skirt back up, wincing as it scrapes against my raw flesh, and pull my thong down.
I hiss as I sit down, my ass is so sore. It was going to be a constant reminder for the rest of the day. Maybe for a couple days. I grin at the thought. Turns out, the Fuckit List is just what I needed. It is fun as hell. The whole thing is back on.
Propping one of my legs on the toilet roll holder, I slide my fingers into my slit, rubbing hard at my clit. I feel a little ridiculous getting myself off in the bathroom like a twelve-year-old boy who just saw his first Playboy , but I don't care. I need release. Now.
I remember what his hand and ruler felt like coming down on me, how dirty it felt, how forbidden. I had enjoyed being punished by the Professor a little too much. I had enjoyed being used and abused for his pleasure.
I rub faster, my head titling back and my eyes closing. I plunge three of my fingers inside me, wishing it was his cock. I slam them over and over, but it still isn't enough. I reach into my shirt just like he had and grab one of my nipples and give them a fierce pinch. My ass still sore, my nipple aching, I pull out to rub my clit, pressing down on it. The ache builds and waves over me, my skin flushing and tightening. I stiffen and jerk, my breath coming in gasps.
I keep my eyes closed until my breaths calm and even out.
My body is jelly, finally relaxed after the delicious stress of the morning. I clear my throat, a little embarrassed now that the afterglow has faded away. When I recap all this for Scott at brunch this weekend, I'll leave this part out.
I've never done anything like this. Like any of this. Fucking my best friend almost every way there is to fuck someone. Erotic dreams. Seducing my professor for a better grade and getting spanked for my trouble and then sucking his dick. Getting myself off in the bathroom.
Who am I becoming? Is this who I've always been, but was buried deep down while I was busy being who I thought I was supposed to? Or am I just addicted to the game? If the former, would I be able to give this up once it was time to start my regular life and be a grownup? Or is there another option? Something that hasn't occurred to me?
I slide my underwear all the way off my legs, not wanting to spend the rest of the day with wet panties on. After shoving them in the pocket of my bag, I stand and adjust my clothes, checking to make sure there are no telltale signs of my filthy morning.
My hair is completely insane, so I throw it into a messy bun. With one last check in the mirror at my still flushed face, I leave. I have just enough time to grab a coffee before my first class.
9
S till sore from our last meeting, I knock on the Professor's door, no hesitation, only excitement this time. At his call to enter, I slip inside, closing the door behind me. The vanilla tobacco scent of his office embraces me. A scent that's now familiar and brings to mind very naughty, dirty things. From now on every time I smell vanilla, I'm going to remember him and everything he did to me.
Professor Roux stares at me, taking in my schoolgirl uniform. I try not to fidget, nervous tension skittering through me. I hope this is what he meant. I have on a tiny little plaid gray and blue skirt that barely covers me, no underwear, and a blue cardigan only held together by two buttons. My breasts spill over the top, my
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