Classrooms, offices, and even a basketball court were not left out in your rush to fulfill every sexual fantasy. Different positions and bondage styles, all filmed on your smartphone for safekeeping.
Before your instructor Ms. Sapphire had worn a mask of maturity to hide her desires away from others, blackmailing her into submission caused her perverted personality (and physical body) to be exposed for the world to see.
Every inch of her would become familiar to you: the tightness of her womanhood, the taste of her pink areolas, and the smell of her lotion could be recalled perfectly if asked to describe it.
Currently, the two of you were finishing up the endeavor of doing missionary atop an English department desk while the clock almost reached midnight.
“Hmp! Hmp! Hmp!”
Ms. Sapphire grunted into the purple ball gag with each thrust deep inside her body, her arms restrained above her head with a small amount of silver duct tape. The trinkets atop the desk had been brushed aside but a few pencil holders remained, clinking together from the rocking.
Your smartphone camera was held horizontally in one hand while another was groping her breast playfully, in between the thrusts you teased your partner.
“Who is a slutty English teacher?”
“Hmp! Mm mnphphmr!”
Filming this time around was done at the request of your submissive interestingly enough. She now wanted to be degraded and treated like a toy, very much opposite her attitude earlier that evening. Logically, she knew that you weren’t going to share it, but emotionally, the thought of being humiliated made her body melt down.
Again and again, your hips pushed your erection into the English teacher, certainly, this evening would leave you with more than enough practice to last in bed if you score with another woman.
Slowly, another wave built up inside your brain and the tip of your member until…
“!”
For the fourth time tonight, you came inside Ms. Sapphire, each orgasm lasting slightly longer than the last. The pullback of this one however left your brain fried for a good moment while you caught your breath, your partner collecting herself as well.
…
She brings her bound wrists down in front of her body and looks up at you, ready to move on to the next activity. You move out from in between her legs and pull back up your pants, looking at the mess on her boss’s desk.
Your semen dripped out slowly from the older woman’s lips onto the desk, as her legs were still spread apart, soon after though she brought them together and stood up properly.
Looking at the mess for a moment and back at the bound woman you speak.
“Damn we gotta clean this up…”
“mmhnph nmghph?”
She tries to ask a question as best she can but you decide to remove the gag instead of trying to understand the gibberish. Unlatching the tight black straps and pulling out the saliva-covered purple ball, setting it on the desk.
“Thank you, whats next?”
Feeling her sore jaw and wiping her face with her forearm she readjusts herself, sliding her wrists out of the tape which only held her because she allowed it to.
Your gaze moves away from the small patch of black hair above her womanhood and up towards the clock on the wall: 11:45 pm.
“Damn… We should get out of here.”
With a feeling of disappointment, you decide to exit the school but are unsure where to go next. Was this all you were going to get tonight?
The teacher sees the time and exclaims aloud in an anxious tone.
“Oh! I didn’t even realize the time, we have about 15 minutes to get to the parking lot.”
“What do you mean?”
You inquire as to why she sounded so worried, nobody could be coming to campus this late at the beginning of a long holiday.
“At midnight the campus lights shut off and a security alarm will set, giving any staff 5 minutes to exit the building before 12:05 am.”
Ms. Sapphire looks back at herself, still completely nude in her black heels and leash with her white underwear being nowhere to be found!
“Uhhh where are my underwear? Did we leave them somewhere?”
Snapping back to focus, you look around and are unable to locate the white bra or panties either.
“I don’t know, what was the last place you wore them?”
A little worry is visible on Ms. Sapphire’s face, she tries to remember when she last saw them.
“I-i don’t know, If somebody finds that then they will check the cameras and see what we did!”
Her tone changes to a panicked one and she frantically begins to look around.
Since you would also be in trouble if the cameras were reviewed you began to feel anxious as well, helping her search by moving the chairs and trinkets around.
Looking back at the clock, you had exactly 14 minutes to leave the school. There only problem was that you had a list of items to collect: Her underwear, office clothes, and your backpack still inside her classroom.
You jump into action and formulate a plan.
“I will check in the last few places we did it in, you grab your clothes from your office as well as my backpack from the classroom. Oh, and take this.”
Picking up the purple gag you place it in her hands. Then, you grab a tissue and wipe up the mess on the table before organizing it back to normal.
The older woman nods her head and turns towards the door, saying one more thing before leaving.
“Alright! Meet me at the parking lot afterward.”
You both exit the room and go opposite directions, with her going left and you going right.
Earlier that night the hallways of zia community college were packed with students leaving for the holidays, excited to have a nice break at the end of the semester. After that, it was only utilized with you leading Ms. Sapphire down them with a dog leash. Now, at the finale of the evening, it was once again both you and your English teacher rushing to clean up any evidence.
The previous spot was behind the podium in the morning classroom that Ms. Sapphire teaches in on weekdays, though slight evidence was left behind if one were to look hard enough, no underwear was to be found.
11 minutes remaining.
Exiting the room hurriedly you run over towards the basketball court where the instructor rode you reverse cowgirl style in the center of the wooden floor, but yet again no clothing was to be found.
7 minutes remaining.
The owner of the missing clothes ran as fast she could to her office, putting on her button-up, jacket, and skirt without anything underneath, stuffing the ballgag and leash inside her purse as she went.
You on the other hand, finally located the clothing strewn about a chair inside the janitor’s closet where Ms. Sapphire was railed doggy style, picking up the clothing and running back towards the parking lot doors.
Only 4 minutes remained as the two of you met up outside, exhaling a sigh of relief and looking back at the campus after the double-door shut itself behind you.
“Phew… Looks like we are good to go!”
She exclaims happily as the cold air washed the anxiety away from her body.