Stockings - Garters
A sudden hot, tingling sensation flooded my cookie. I ached for him, but here? Slowly he turned me so my back was towards him. I felt my skirt sliding over my thighs, stockings and garters. I felt like a naughty teen afraid of being caught by parents. No, not here! I told Stephen as I tried to wiggle my stockings back into place.
Relax, baby. I'm hot for teacher! I giggled at our private joke as he guided my hand to his rock hard cock. Have a sip of wine; it will calm you. Sure enough, seconds after a swallow of wine, I gave into desire and forgot my fears of defiling my classroom.
Stephen had shared his fantasy of having sex on my desk for months wearing stockings and garters, but I didn't think it would really happen.
This time I pulled up my skirt and sat on the edge of the desk, straddling Stephen, heels propped on the arms of the chair. He reached into his bag of tricks and produced a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. I put them on, telling him we didn't have much time.
That's all I needed to say. In seconds he ripped my stockings and garters off, scooped me right up in his arms and penetrated deeply into my wet, waiting pussy. He fucked me so good! First with my back against the blackboard, then bent over the back of my chair, and finally on top of the desk. I lay on my back, dressed only in garters, jacket and heels; hair and lipstick a disaster. I was quickly approaching an earth shattering orgasm. Stephen knew it, and I felt his massive cock strain and grow to its largest, signaling that he was about to cum, too. I lost sense of time and reality as I plummeted into orgasm. Steven pulled out and shot spurt after spurt of white, hot cum onto my stockings and garters laying on the desk. As he squeezed out the last precious drops, a bell signaled the end of the lunch period.
I hadn't realized so much time had passed. I had approximately one minute to straighten my desk, clean up the remains of our afternoon delight, and get my stockings and garters back on and scoot him out the door.
I barely had time to clip my hair back and wipe lipstick traces off my face as I beelined for the door. Much to my surprise, there stood the principal with my students. Vaguely, I heard her saying something about taking over for a cafeteria aid and recess would be held inside because of the rain. I was busy wracking my brain as to where my panties might be at the moment. They certainly weren't on me. I never did find them. I suspect the janito did!
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