He sat at the teacher’s desk, his eyes closed as he leaned back in the comfortable office chair. His breath came and went evenly, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. No sound filled the room except for his slow breathing and the sound of metrical sucking. The noise was a metronome in a silent symphony.
She had a talented mouth, and once she had gotten over her constant fear, she had become an expert on him. She used her lips and tongue in tandem, coaxing his shaft to grow longer and harder each time. It was a game they played. She would try to make him cum as quickly as possible, but he liked to see her on her knees, underneath her desk. He sat in her seat almost every afternoon, thinking about geometry or Shakespeare or baseball while she worked her magic. The longest he had lasted one afternoon was an hour and five minutes. She had been crying by the time he had exploded in her mouth. He’d left her that way, too.
He’d become increasingly smug over the last month, as he had cemented his control over her sexual addiction. She had been hesitant after their first encounter. He knew her concerns were not unwarranted, but he had worked carefully to convince her that everything would be all right. He knew he had a good thing, so he had no intention of telling anyone. On the upside, his grades in geometry had increased quite a bit, and it wasn’t due to her giving him extra credit because of their affair. She had told him that she wouldn’t. Since he now had a release for the sexual frustration that had plagued him during her class, he was able to better concentrate on his work. He also knew that if he was going to continue to lie about receiving tutoring, he would need proof that he was benefiting from the sessions.
The principal had come into the room one afternoon looking for her. Jon had pushed close to her desk, putting his hand in her hair to keep her from escaping. He had calmly told the principal that he was there for tutoring, and Miss Moyers had received a telephone call. The principal had lingered for a few moments, waiting on her, but when ten minutes had passed, he had given up. The potential of discovery and the element of danger had triggered her body. She had cum while her superior waited.
He glanced at his watch. The baseball game started in thirty minutes. He needed to go warm up. He allowed his body to relax, groaning softly. Her mouth quickened and he shot a long, thin stream into her throat. She swallowed, leaving no evidence of their encounter in the room. When he finished, she pulled off and he rolled the chair backwards, allowing her to stand. He could smell her wet desire but had no time to satisfy her. He reached beneath her short skirt, knowing that she had stopped wearing underwear altogether since their first few encounters. His finger shot straight into her hole, sliding easily. She spread her legs, leaning back against the desk as he pumped her slick pussy.
“Are you coming to my game?” he demanded.
“Yes,” she answered, barely able to form her thoughts into words. His thumb was massaging her clit in a firm circular motion as his finger slid in and out of her. Her hips were now flexing forward, meeting his light thrusts. “Please, Jon,” she moaned.
He pulled out of her, sucking his finger into his mouth and tasting her. She whimpered, her knees weakening. She placed her hands on her desk for support. He could see the outline of her hard nipples against the silk material of her shirt. “Please what?”
“God, Jon, please. Fuck me,” she begged.
He patted her wet pussy with an indulgent grin as he stood up. “After the game,” he promised. He adjusted himself and reached for the baseball cap lying on her desk. He had already changed into his uniform and his cleats clicked on the floor as he walked out of her classroom.
She collapsed into her warm chair, feeling her tight nipples and throbbing insides. She was quivering with need and anticipation, but would not do anything about it. After their first encounter, she had masturbated every night for two weeks while thinking about him. When he had told her to stop, she had not thought of disobeying. Even though he did not always satisfy her in return, she never considered reaching down and rubbing herself until she could walk without that funny hitch to her hips.
She finally gained control of herself enough to rise from her chair and gather her belongings. She locked her classroom behind her and exited the building, her heels clicking across the parking lot for the baseball field. Her hips rolled easily from side-to-side as she entered the small stadium and found a seat directly across from third base. He would be able to see her during the game without it being obvious that he was looking. She crossed her legs and hoped for a good game. His mood afterward would depend on the success of the team.
They had made a sport of his games. For every out he made, she spent five minutes on her knees in front of him, with her lips wrapped around his hard cock. His rewards came for defense, and hers came for his offensive play. For every single he batted, he spent five minutes massaging her breasts. A second base hit meant his mouth would be at her breasts. She loved for him to get triples. He rarely returned her favor of oral sex, but triples meant his tongue would be inside her. For homeruns, he would slide his hard bat into her aching, empty pussy.
The team ran onto the field and she joined the home fans in standing and cheering. His eyes searched for her and found her as he warmed up with the rest of the infield. She smiled, wetting her lips as she leaned forward at the shoulders. Her blouse fell away, and though he was too far to see any details, she knew he could use his imagination well. She also uncrossed her legs, spreading them as far as her short skirt would allow. She would tease him with silent promises whenever she could, but she would never distract him during play.
He scored a triple at his first at bat. He stopped at third, gave the third base coach a high five, and turned to grin at her smugly. She wet the tip of her finger and slipped it down the top of her blouse, circling her nipple. He raced to home plate as soon as the ball was in the air, his propelled body crashing into the fence directly in front of her. He dropped his eyes down intentionally and she followed his gaze, seeing his erection stretch the material of his pants and push against his protective cup. She grinned, making certain that he could see a flash of her areola and her protruding nipple.
