Extracurricular Play

 He wraps his arms around my waist sliding his hand up my chest, cupping my breast and squeezing as he whispers huskily into my ear, "I'm desperate for you."

I grin as I wrap an arm around him, bending backward over his desk a little so that our hips press together as I lick the shell of his ear, nuzzling his cheek with my own. He exhales deeply as his hand runs through my curly hair, pulling me close to him. I feel stark pleasure coarse through my body as he rests his other hand on my bare thigh, my shorts a scrap of fabric, forced upward from my position on his desk.

As my weight rests against the desk, I lift a leg to wrap around one of his, running my foot upward along his calf slowly, causing his hand to move higher on my thigh. I turn my head flick my tongue over his lips before kissing them softly. I open and close my lips against his in soft, loving caresses. He presses his lips to mine, his hands sliding further onto my shorts and squeezing my ass as his tongue probes my mouth.

He pulls my hips closer to his, letting me feel easily how aroused he's become. I run my tongue against his, wrapping my arms around his neck, my hands cupping my elbows, as I kiss him deeply, my hips moving against his so that my heat presses against his arousal intimately through our clothes.

He pulls away with a grin, watching me on his desk as his long, elegant fingers unbutton my shorts, sliding them down my legs, slowly. Sensually. His hand slides between my legs cupping my blossoming core and massaging gently. He can feel my wetness through my thin cotton panties. I moan, letting my legs fall open wider, as he touches me. I lean forward, running my tongue along his jaw to nibble on his ear before kissing and licking down his neck.

His fingers playfully snap the elastic at the top of my panties, and I giggle softly before he deftly slides them down, over my ass, and exposes me to his hungry eyes. As I continue to kiss his neck, his fingertips lightly begin to tease my engorged clit as he lets out a sigh of contentment. My soft laughter turns into a moan as he teases touches me. I lift my hips, pressing his hand more firmly against me, wanting more. I nibble at his collarbone, flicking my tongue soothingly over the skin.

He raises his body over mine and I whimper when he moves away from my clit. He grins and holds my stare as his hands slide upward along my smooth stomach, lifting my top over my head, and pauses admiring my naked form before leaning down and slowly circling my rosy nipples with the tip of his tongue. I shudder, cool air brushing across the wet surface, making them harden and pebble even more.

I wrap my legs around him, squeezing tight, causing his arousal to bump against my bare core through his pants, rubbing myself against his arousal. Your hips find my natural rhythm and, as one we dance and grind, your member throbbing and pushing against your trousers.
Your tongue flicks harder, more insistently against my nipples, slowly turning your ministrations into a sucking motion as our grinding intensifies. You nibble and catch my nipples between your pearly teeth before flicking your tongue, letting it glide sensually down my body, getting lower with each kiss against my skin.

I bite my lip as I watch him kiss and lick his way downward, my stomach fluttering and trembling beneath his mouth, loosening my legs so he can bend and move down more easily, my breath hitching in anticipation. He traces the natural lines of my thighs, his warm breath flowing over my skin. His attention moves further up my thighs until I can feel the heat of his breath against my glistening pussy.

He suddenly moves, taking me by surprise as his tongue slides deep inside me, my sweet juices filling his mouth.

I squeak in surprise as I fall back on my elbows, my arms giving out from beneath me. I moan at the feel of his tongue thrusting into me, placing my thighs on his shoulders. I cross my ankles to press him closer to me, keeping him at the apex of my thighs as he continues lick me.
His tongue laps slowly at first, gradually getting faster, matching the quickening pace of my breath as he licks, his mouth pressing against my clit. He hums gently, sending vibrations through my body. The vibrations cause my pussy to flutter and tighten deliciously.

In a fit of lust, he grabs hold of my legs, squeezing beneath the bend in my knees, and pushes them up, spreading them wide, and allowing him to delve deeper. I rest my feet on the edge of the desk near my hips, pushing my knees downward, toward the desk, opening myself for him. The action inadvertently lifts my hips toward him, pressing closer to his mouth.

I lie completely back, flat against the desk as he continues to assault my aching core with his tongue. As I arch my back, pushing my breasts into his hands and my sex onto his mouth, my body shudders and I can feel my muscles clench, as I'm close to climaxing. I tangle my hands in his hair, holding onto both sides of his head, keeping his mouth on me.

I groan hoarsely, trying to keep from being too loud and drawing attention from anyone who might be in the hall, wandering outside his classroom. My nails slightly digging into his scalp, I thrust my pussy onto his licks and kisses, flooding his mouth with my cream as I climax, trembling and shaking on his desk.

He looks up at me, panting and smiling. He hands me my clothes, and, conscious of being discovered, he murmurs between gasps,

"Why don’t we go somewhere else for more private lessons?"

I fumble to put on my clothes, difficult because my body is shaking, my bones lethargically weak, as I grin up at him impishly. When I've gotten dressed, foregoing my panties and putting them in my bag, in order to tease him and keep him hot, I nod my head vigorously, wanting to finish what we started.

He follows closely behind me to the door, but before my hand reaches the brass knob, he grabs me, and pulls me back into his arms, kissing me deeply. He leans into me, whispering deeply in my ear,
"One orgasm is not enough for you, young lady. I want to make you cum, over and over again."

The promise in his voice makes my body shudder, my pussy instantly wet, and my knees weak. His breath, fanning against my cheek and neck as he speaks in my ear, is a caress.
He guides me to the door, his fingers dancing on the small of my back as we leave the room. He cautions to act like nothing’s different, like he didn’t just lick me to a climax.

I look back at him and grin, winking flirtatiously as we walk down the hall and toward the doors that lead to the parking lot. I sway my hips as I make subtle small talk, asking about today's lesson and looking at him out of the corner of my eye.

I hold my books in front of my chest, hiding my nipples from view, as they're still pebbled and hard against my shirt. When we walk outside, I inconspicuously push my neckline aside to act as if itching my shoulder, providing him with a glimpse of my cleavage and the soft curve of my breasts. I look up at him, asking where his car is, and, adding for anyone listening, that I need a ride home since my friend who usually gives me a ride had to leave early.

He gives me a look of mock disapproval, a wry smile on curving his lips, as his eyes glance in the direction of my breasts, subconsciously licking his lips and probably finding traces of me still there. We stop by his car as he announces to no one in particular that it would be no problem dropping me off on the way back home

I smile and thank him, pivoting around to move around the rear of the car to the passenger side. As I do, I pretend to stumble over something on the ground, and drop my bag. I turn my body as I bend down to pick it up so that only he can see how my shorts hug my ass as I stretch the fabric bending down. A faint shadow where my juices spilled onto my shorts on our walk to your car is also visible. I grab my stuff and skirt around his car, standing opposite him, the car between us, before grinning and sliding into the passenger seat.

He opens the car door and, under the pretence of looking at something on the roof, stands there for a moment. One hand glides down and cups his sac so that I can see his arousal throbbing against my trousers, easily outlined. I lick my lips hungrily as he gets inside and rests his hand on my thigh.

"Two can play that game, pretty baby," he grins and winks at me playfully, squeezing my leg intimately.

I place my hand on his atop my thigh and point out the driver window like I'm showing him something in case anyone is looking our way as I lean forward, my breasts pressed against the outside of his arm. My ass lifts off the seat, causing his hand to slip higher, a finger brushing against my heat through my shorts.

I turn my head toward him, as if to ask something about it, and our faces are close enough that our lips brush, and, shielded by the curtain of my hair, I whisper against his lips,
“I'm not the one who's driving, two hands on the wheel. So this 'game' is all mine, sir.”

I flick my tongue over his lips before settling back in my seat, reaching back to pull my seat belt forward and buckle it. I look over at him with a blank, innocent expression, waiting to be taken 'home.'
His finger slides along the outline of my sex, and, barely giving me time to register the sensation, he pulls away to put on his belt and slowly drive away, saying sardonically,
"You know, technically, as my student, you should be doing as you’re told."

As we drive off the campus, I look over at him and raise my eyebrow.
"I may be your student, sir, but my being a *bad* student is what got us here in the first place.”

I push the seat back to give me room to place a foot on the dash, widening the space between my thighs. I reach down, running my hand beneath my shorts to play with myself. My head rests against the back of the seat, tilting toward him to stare at him hungrily, lustfully, continuing to touch myself.
“You *do* have a point, but you know bad girls should be punished." He smirks as he spins the wheel to turn the corner

With his eyes on the road, I moan in anticipation and need. I play with myself leisurely. I smirk slightly as I reply,
“By this point, sir, with how fucking wet and turned on I am, any 'punishment' will probably just feel like foreplay.”

Whether it was the moan or statement, he finally looks over at me and his eyes immediately light up with renewed heat as he stares at the outline of my hand moving deftly beneath my shorts. With a deep growl, he quickly turns back to the road, his foot pressing harder on the gas as he replies,

“Honey, I can’t wait to show you a whole new meaning of homework.”

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