The business school classroom buzzes. My heels click down the hall. Heart pounds. Skin prickles under the thin white skirt, fuchsia bustier squeezing my tits tight. No bra. Bolero barely covers. Director catches me. Coat falls open. Skirt hiked up from driving, bustier slipped low. Nipples peek. Her eyes devour. ‘Surprising students?’ She smirks. Heat floods my cheeks, my cunt. I bolt to class.
Suzie and Marion grin. ‘Hello.’ Eyes rake me. Murmurs rise as I ditch the coat. Bustier slips again. Tits bulge, areolas flashing. Screen jams. Arms up, it slides down. Bent over, skirt rides high. ‘Look at her ass!’ Marion yells. ‘Skirt splitting her cheeks, black lace thong!’ Class erupts. Laughter stings, juices soak my thighs. I fix it, but every move exposes more. Bolero flops open. Tits thrust out.
The Fever
PowerPoint rolls. Gestures betray me. Hands up, tits spill. Whispers ignite: ‘Slut loves showing her fat jugs.’ Cunt throbs, wetter. Bend for questions, cleavage gapes. ‘She’s dripping for it.’ Suzie spreads her shirt. I obey, bolero untied. Chest bare in the shiny tube. Pulse races. Voice shakes. Exercise time. I perch on desk, legs clamped. Rule cracks. Spread. Wider. Skirt bunches. Thighs gleam slick. ‘She’s flooding!’ Cunt lips swell, boxer drenched. Marion fingers herself under table, Suzie helps. Siren ends it. ‘Toilets in five.’
Heart hammers. Director spots flushed face. ‘Heat?’ I flee. Push door. Empty. ‘We waited.’ Suzie locks. ‘Back stall. Drop coat.’ Skirt up. Bolero off. Bustier yanked down. Tits bounce free, huge nipples hard. Legs spread. Hand on cunt through lace. Fingers slick. ‘Masturbate, whore.’ Dive in. Fingers plunge. Turn, bend over toilet. Ass out. Moans echo. Door swings. Director: ‘Catherine!’
The Blaze
The Blaze. Panic. Caught mid-thrust. Tits heaving, skirt waist-high, cunt gaping. Girls hidden. ‘My office!’ Silence down stairs. She circles. Bolero stripped. Bustier ripped. Tits swing. ‘Bend!’ Over chair. Ass up. Skirt flipped. Thong yanked. Face smeared with my soaked panties. Rule whistles. Crack! Fire blooms on cheeks. Pleasure surges. Tits sway. Girls watch window. Crack! Juices stream thighs. Moans rip out. Ass jiggles. ‘Slut needs this.’ Hands knead. Tongue dives. Lips sucked. Clit lashed. Orgasm crashes. Scream. Collapse.
The Ashes. Legs jelly. Ass burns. She wipes face with my thong, pockets it. Pinches nipple. ‘Back Friday. Deserve more.’ Dress haphazard. Cunt bare, thighs sticky. Stagger out. Suzie, Marion at gate. Eyes hungry. Skin still fever-hot. Heart slows, but pulse lingers low. Boss will smirk Monday. Rumors fly. No regrets. Craved every sting, every stare. This fire? Irresistible.