by Lexi Archer
The massaging stopped once more as though he was waiting for my answer. An answer I already knew. An answer that meant fantasy me had taken over completely.
“Yes…”
5: Straying With Permission
I probably should’ve spared more than a guilty thought for my husband as this man’s voice caressed me, as his hands worked their magic on me once more. With a start I realized that his hand working my front was almost down to my tits. How did that happen? How did I let him get that far? I was past the point of no return though. I admitted Steve’s fantasy. I admitted I was into it.
And so rather than slapping him away I just sighed with contentment as his hand finally moved down and made contact with my tits. As he started kneading and caressing, running his palm along my nipple through the thin material of my bra.
“I bet you don’t admit it to him, but this fantasy gets you as turned on as it does hubby, doesn’t it?”
“Fuck yeah…” I gasped.
I probably should’ve been surprised when I felt his lips make contact with my neck, but I wasn’t. We’d already gotten this far, why should I be surprised when he took it even further? The pang of guilt that ran through my body was barely even there this time.
Even though I sort of had Steve’s permission this was wrong. I should stop it. But I wasn’t going to.
Craig’s hand continued working my breasts, and he started unbuttoning the front of my shirt. It popped open and then my bra was exposed to the room. Exposed to him. I gasped as he reached inside my shirt and started kneading my tits through my bra.
I finally managed to work up some bit of willpower. I moved my hand up and pressed against his as it was massaging my tits. As he started moving his fingers inside the cup of my bra. God did I want to feel those fingers brushing against my bare flesh, but it was so wrong. I was a married woman, and that meant that I had a role to play. That meant there were certain things I should be saying. There were certain things that I always said when I was spinning out a fantasy for my husband. I had to stick to the script.
“This is wrong,” I whispered.
“If it’s so wrong then stop me,” he said. “Say the word.”
Oh my. He knew the script too. His voice was a lover’s caress that washed through my ears and over the rest of my body. It made me open my mouth and gasp just a little.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me right now that you want this to be over. Tell me that you don’t want to feel me running my hands along your body, you don’t want me kissing your neck, that you aren’t turned on by how naughty you’re being. Say the word and we’re done.”
I cried out again. This time from the idea that we might be done. From the idea that I might lose this impossible pleasure that was scrambling my thoughts. I held my hand on his for just a moment longer. Just a moment’s hesitation that caused him to laugh. That laughter mocked me, and yet at the same time it told me that he already knew what I was just coming to realize.
This was my last chance. This was the moment when I could tell him to stop. This was the opportune moment when I could maintain my marriage vows, when I could let the real world reassert itself over the fantasy world I’d created, and I wasn’t going to. I wasn’t going to tell him to stop. I wanted this. I needed this. I hadn’t even realized that this sexual frustration had been building inside me, and yet now he was like a massive wave that was washing over the dammed up feelings in my body. He was causing everything to a break loose. A flood of emotions, a flood of arousal, was crashing over my body and I couldn’t stop it. It was a force of nature.
I pulled my hand away from his and it slipped inside my shirt. His fingers ran over my breasts. My nipple, already straining for his touch, felt his delicious palm running over it. I was so sensitive, so turned on, that I very nearly came just from the sensation of his hand caressing my nipple!
“Thought so,” he said.
And then he started in earnest.
If I thought he was being aggressive before, well that was nothing compared to how he acted once he got that silent go-ahead. His lips were down on my neck again, he was kissing along my neck, along my jaw line, and then his mouth was on mine as he continued massaging my breast. As I continued sighing against that touch. As a fire raged between my legs and up through the rest of my body.
His hands were all over me, keeping me pinned back into my chair but it was a delicious sensation as he explored up and down my body. He undid the buttons on my blouse as his lips made contact with mine. There was no slow seduction here. I opened my mouth to him and then our tongues danced around one another with urgency and passion.
And through it all I felt lightheaded. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. That I was actually going through with this forbidden dance. My wedding ring burned on my finger and I wondered how Steve would react when he discovered this fantasy had become real in a way I never anticipated. My ring burned almost as brightly as the arousal between my legs.
Speaking of between my legs. I was wearing a conservative skirt today, but that didn’t stop him. No, he just pulled it up, exposing inch after inch of my thighs, and then his finger was brushing against my pussy lips through my panties.
This scenario was incredible. This scenario was unbelievable. Here I was sitting at the front of my class with one of my students’ parents making out with me as I sat in my chair. He was rubbing one of his fingers against my pussy and his other was moving back and forth between my tits. It was all so wrong. It was all so forbidden. It was all so naughty. Perhaps that’s why it was all so incredibly fucking hot!
I was putty in his hands. I was completely at his mercy. I was completely in his control. I marveled at how I could go from a nice conservative schoolteacher being leered at by dirty old men all night long to suddenly leaning back in my chair with this man all over me, with this man doing things to me that only my husband had been able to do for the past couple of years. And yet I couldn’t deny how hot it was.
The hand in my shirt moved to a different angle of attack. He started unbuttoning my shirt all the way down, exposing my bra entirely. It was a fairly conservative white number. I didn’t want to wear anything that would show through my white blouse, I’d never hear the end of that from my students. Occupational hazard of working with teenage boys. And with a few flicks from his magical fingers my shirt was undone entirely. I was almost completely exposed.
No sooner had he finished opening my shirt than he turned my chair around so I was facing him. So that I was looking straight up at him. And I realized as I licked my lips that sitting in my chair like this I was perfectly on level with his cock which was pressing out against his dress pants. It was straining out and creating an impossibly large tent. My eyes widened as they ran down his body and I saw that monster sticking out towards me.
Straining for me.
“Holy shit!”
“You like?”
I was beyond caring whether or not what I was doing was wrong. I was beyond caring about the potential consequences to my marriage if it turned out Steve wasn’t quite as into this fantasy as he let on. All I could think about was this delicious man in front of me. All I could think about was the raging desire coursing through my body.
I didn’t even have a guilty thought for Steve as I leaned forward and started undoing Craig’s buckle. Craig moved his hands forward and started running them through my hair. He gathered some of my hair and then I felt him grabbing hold. That made me gasp and moan even more as I pulled his pants down, unbuttoned them and unzipped them, let them drop to the ground. His boxers stood in front of me, his cock tenting out and I could clearly see the head outlined in the thin silk material. I licked my lips and leaned forward, wrapped my lips around the head of his cock through those silk boxers. I looked up and locked eyes with him, but only for a moment. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he looked up to the ceiling.
I could only imagine what I must look like. The pretty young teacher sitting in her chair looking
up at this man with the head of his cock still covered in his boxers but lodged in my mouth. The pretty little married girl acting like a complete slut. Thinking about him looking down at me and thinking of me like that, going wild just a little bit for the first time since I’d graduated from college and got together with Steve, had my pussy tingling. It had my body on fire.
I reached into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. His cock sprang forward and my eyes went cross eyed at that magnificent monster in front of me. Up above he was shrugging off his suit jacket, unbuttoning his shirt and revealing that delicious chest to me. I moved my lips forward once more and pulled his cock into my mouth, ran my tongue around the head and enjoyed the sweet salty taste of his precum gathering at the tip of his cock as he revealed more and more of that muscular chest to me.
My eyes went wide as I stared up, as I enjoyed the show. It wasn’t fair for a man to look that good. To look that delicious. And yet he did. He had perfectly sculpted chest muscles and the most incredible six pack abs as well. Abs that I wanted to run my hands up and down, and so I did. They were so hard, so delicious.
Of course most of my concentration was on that delicious cock. Was on how amazing its hardness felt in my mouth. It was so wrong, so forbidden, and this was something that I hardly ever did for Steve. So why was I doing it for this man? For this almost complete stranger?
Because there was just something about him that inspired animal lust inside me. It set a fire raging in my body. It made me want more of him. It made me want all of him. I started to move deeper, not sure if I’d be able to take his entire cock in my mouth but wanting to try. There was a marked difference from my level of enthusiasm with Steve. Usually on the rare occasions that I bothered to give him a blowjob I was more interested in getting it over with as soon as possible, only with this guy I wanted to savor it.
Maybe it was precisely because it was so forbidden that I found myself so willing to do this. So willing to go to this place that I so rarely did for my husband. Plus I knew how much it would get him going. Whatever the reasons, I found myself loving this experience. Loving the feel of his rock hard cock in my mouth.
Only apparently it was an experience that wasn’t to last. No, he reached down and put a hand under my chin, put a gentle pressure there until I was forced to pull back. My lips moved off of his cock with a popping noise and a trail that was a mixture of my saliva and his precum ran from the head of his cock to my lips. I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.
What was his game? In my experience, and granted most of my experience was with Steve lately who was always more than grateful to get a blowjob, a man didn’t just pull a woman off of his cock when she was sucking on it. No, it was something they enjoyed. I had fully expected him to face fuck me, I was ready to let him, and now he was pulling me away? What was going on here?
“That mouth feels wonderful baby,” he said. “Only I want a whole lot more than that. You’re going to give me the full naughty teacher package.”
6: Hot For Teacher
I felt a chill run down my body at those words. I felt that impossible heat go coursing through me as he said that. He was standing before me in all his glory, with only his boxers still covering the top of his legs, and he quickly yanked those down and kicked them to the side. I licked my lips as I looked up at him. I wanted that cock inside me. I’d wanted him inside my mouth but something told me that I was about to have it inside me in a completely different way. I was about to have him inside me on his terms.
“Stand up,” he said.
I found myself complying without even thinking. I blinked. Did he really just tell me to stand up and I did it without thinking?
I looked down over my body. I must have been a sight. From the way he was looking at me I definitely was a sight. My shirt was in complete disarray. It hung at my sides completely unbuttoned, and the only thing that was even partially maintaining my modesty at this point was that he hadn’t been able to reach around behind me to unhook my bra. I smiled. It was time to take care of that.
His eyes widened as my hands went behind me. As I worked at the clasp on my bra. It came undone and the bra spring loose. He looked down at me with an intensity that was one hell of a turn on. Feeling his eyes on me was incredible. It was sending an amazing flush running through my body. I still couldn’t believe how naughty I was being. I couldn’t believe I was standing here voluntarily taking my bra off, voluntarily stripping down to nothing in front of this man!
I shrugged my bra off and I was completely exposed to him. Only honestly I felt more confident, more sexy, than exposed. I felt turned on. I had a damn nice body. I was damn good-looking. I used to spend plenty of time in the gym to make sure that I looked damn good. And even if I hadn’t had much time for exercise lately I hadn’t been out of school for so long that I was out of shape.
“Amazing,” he breathed.
I moved my hands down to start pulling on my skirt, but to my surprise he reached out and stopped me. Placed a hand gently but firmly on my hand and pulled it away. I looked up at him and arched an eyebrow. He smiled a cocky half grin.
“I told you I wanted a sexy teacher fantasy,” he said. “How can I have a sexy teacher fantasy if you’re not wearing your sexy teacher skirt?”
Before I knew what was happening he’d grabbed me and picked me up. He plopped me down on my desk and then he was pushing me back. I let out a delighted gasp as his hands circled my waist, God they were so big that he was almost able to completely encircle me with his hands, and then he was pushing me back. I licked my lips as I looked at his cock straining out for me. I knew exactly what he was doing. The forbidden teacher fantasy, banging the married teacher on her desk.
I’m sure that plenty of the fathers who’d come in for conferences tonight had thought about just this very scenario. Hell, I knew several of my students probably considered this scenario day in and day out. I heard some of the things they said about me, some of the ways they talked about me despite my best efforts to be as conservative as possible. Even those best efforts usually weren’t enough when it came to a bunch of horny teenagers.
And yet here I was acting like a horny teenager with this guy. With this amazing man! Acting like a horny teenager and completely forsaking my husband. Completely throwing monogamy to the side which he’d always encouraged me to do but it still felt weird and somehow wrong. And yet despite my reservations I barely felt a twinge of guilt about sort-of cheating.
While I was off in my own little world thinking about how wrong this was, about how forbidden it was, about how incredible it felt precisely because it was so forbidden, and about how hot this was going to make Steve later, Craig wasn’t wasting any time. No, he leaned forward and his cockhead was pressing against my pussy which was glistening and so fucking lubricated thanks to how ridiculously turned on I was from his teasing.
I felt his cockhead pressing against me, pressing inside me. He held himself there for just a moment as he fell down over the desk on top of me. As I finally got to fulfill the fantasy that had been running through my mind just moments before of looking up at him and seeing his broad muscular chest over me as he dominated me, as he pressed his cock deep inside me. Hell, it felt like he was only about half way and still he was pushing inside me. Already he was reaching depths that Steve had never reached before. That was one more detail I wasn’t going to have to embellish when I told Steve all about this later.
I wrapped my arms around his delicious back up above and wrapped my legs around him down below. He grinned down at me as I did so, but I didn’t care. Let him fix me with that cocky and confident grin. He had every reason to be that cocky looking as gorgeous as he did.
Craig bottomed out inside me and my tits bounced. My nipples strained for him. I arched my back so I could feel my chest pressing against that delicious hard muscular body.
He seemed to get the hint, because he moved himself down. Finally his muscles were pressing against my body. His six pack a
bs rubbed against my tight stomach. His chest pressed against my tits and providing a delightful sensation where my overly sensitive nipples made contact. We were so close, just inches from one another. I wanted him to lean down and kissed me, and yet at the same time it was so hot the way he was just looking down at me, staring down at his conquest.
Then he started pulling in and out. Oh God. Oh fuck! It felt as though I was feeling a cock pressing inside me for the first time, and I wasn’t exactly a stranger to sex. I hadn’t exactly been a blushing virgin bride on my wedding night. And yet here I was a married woman with another man’s cock moving in and out of me rapid fire. I gasped every time he bottomed out. I moaned, I threw my head back and squeezed my eyes shut as tiny explosions of pleasure shot through my body every time he filled me.
Only those tiny explosions weren’t staying tiny for long. No, with this giant monster lodged inside me they were quickly growing in intensity. I felt an impossible heat, felt an impossible tingling pleasure running up and down my body. And then it hit me as he bottomed out. I squeezed my eyes shut, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him tight against me, I scratched down his back as he laughed in my ear, a delicious deep baritone that just added to the incredible orgasm that was crashing over my body.
I buried my face against his shoulder and let out a scream. Let out a scream that seemed to be everything that was me unloading into this man as it was muffled by his muscular shoulder. This might be fucking incredible, but I was still well aware that I was in my place of work behind a locked door in a secluded part of the school. If someone happened to be walking past outside, hell with as loud as I was if somebody happened to be walking in the same hall and heard what was going on I’d be caught for sure and that would be the end of my teaching career. And so I bit down on his shoulder as I rode the wave of that incredible orgasm.
