German student persuades her teacher to have sex in the office

Title: “Seduced by Innocence”

The girls at Saint Sophia’s Catholic School for Young Women were known far and wide for their strict discipline and pure, unblemished virtue. But oh, how appearances can sometimes deceive…

It was a crisp autumn afternoon, and young welches gymnast Franziska was practicing her splits in the dance hall. As the rigorous routine took its toll, she paused for a moment, catching her breath. Reaching up, she untied her regulation pigtails, letting her golden locks cascade down her slender shoulders. Oblivious to the outside world, Franziska continued rehearsing alone in the hall.

Just then, her ballet teacher Frau Becker entered the room. Watching from the doorway, she admired the young gymnast’s supple movements and lithe form.

“Continue your exercises, Franziska,” Frau Becker called out, voice echoing through the cavernous space. “But mind your form. A true gymnaste must have perfect poise.”

Franziska’s lithe body flowed in rebellion to the staccato rhythm of her teacher’s suggestion. Frau Becker narrowed her eyes, lips curling anger of a vinegar validity. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with those moves”, she hissed, reaching for the light switch. The snap of the lights ignited a whirl of motion in the dark gym.

“You’re throwing yourself off balance just as you did our shot!” Frau Becker objected, grabbing hold of Franziska’s slender hips. Her hands burned through the fabric of Franziska’s leotard. “Here, let me show you…” The ballet teacher’s hands roamed, first on Franziska’s hips, then down her thighs, squeezing the taut flesh with every dip and roll.

“I choke you?” Frau Becker asked as she pressed herself against the young gymnast.

“Yes, Frau Becker. Like you say, throwing myself off balance is cause for concern,” Franziska replied breathlessly, her cheeks flamed scarlet.

“Well then. Let us VIEW another technique.” Frau Becker’s voice grew husky. Trailing a manicured finger down Franziska’s décolletage, she dipped inside the front of the leotard and curled her fingernail around a taut nipple.

“What was THAT movement?” Franziska gasped, yanking at the edge of her shoulders as if the material were an embarrassment but Frau Becker’s exploring touch merely aroused.

“You’re unsure on what to do. Fret not. Our practice session shall begin now.” Frau Becker wound an arm around Franziska’s waist and led her out of the gym and into a nearby office, closing the door behind them. There was no turning back from this forbidden dance.

The hungry arts mistress guided Franziska’s hands to unbutton her tight uniform top. The young girl’s nails scraped over the taunt bodice, fumbling and fingers searching as she fumbled with the buttons.

One by one, the uniform top yielded, the crisp fabric folding open to expose Frau Becker’s lacy white brassiere. Franziska bit her lip, eyes growing wide at the sight of her teacher’s breasts straining against the sheer lace. But Frau Becker was not yet satisfied. Grasping her student’s small hands, she guided them fully into the front of her bra, cupping the dance mistress’ supple breasts.

Franziska’s inexperienced fingers tweaked and tugged at the pebbled nipples while Frau Becker threw her head back with pleasure. “Such obedient service,” she purred. “You’ll be perfect for spring practice.”

“I’m honored you took больше of me” Franziska mewled. “You’ve taught me so much, Frau Becker.” Her previously pious demeanor melted into seductress, pupils darkening with need.

“And now, my dear, it’s time for your reward.” Frau Becker bent the young gymnast over the desk, palming her pert bottom through the Lycra of her leotard. Slowly, she gathered the fabric higher, bunching it around Franziska’s trim waist to expose the girl’s plump cheeks. Reaching down, she grasped the blonde contest’s hips firmly. Franziska bit her lip, muffling a moan as an experienced and knowing hand ran a slow pass between her tethered thighs.

“Such a good little gymnast,” Frau Becker cooed, sliding a deft finger beneath the leotard’s flimsy crotch to stroke along Franziska’s dripping sex. “I’m going to give you a treat you won’t soon forget.”

With that, she spun the girl around, knocking a stack of papers to the floor in the process. Seizing control, the dancer leaned in, her mouth claiming Franziska’s in a searing kiss. Franziska writhed beneath her, desperate to feel more contact. Then Frau Becker began her sweet assault with fingers gliding over Franziska’s straining little clit, the pleasure rolling between them.

Ripping open a drawer, Frau Becker reached inside and drew out a discreet silver vibrator. The young girl gasped in surprise and shameful arousal.

“We were speaking of technique, Franziska,” Frau Becker drawled. “Allow me to demonstrate.” She flicked on the silvery toy, and proceeded to run it along the gymnast’s exposed sex.

Franziska’s moans came faster now, breathless and quick, as Frau Becker teased her sensitive entrance with the buzzing implement. Franziska rolled her hips, aching to feel the toy delve deeper. But frau becker kept a teasing distance, circling torturously around the girl’s needy aperture. Franziska whimpered, embarrassed by her own desperation.

Finally, unable to take any more, Franziska’s hand shot to intercept the vibrator. “Enough tease,” she panted. Spinning round, mapping Frau Becker’s ample chest. Franziska introduced the device into a tight crevice of her teacher’s crossed legs and sent both lasting waves of pleasure wrought the point of exhaustion.

Waves of arousal unasked for surged through them both, Frau Becker clutching at Franziska fiercely as her secret-session quaked and quivered.

Coloured lights flickerd and illuminated the darkroom. Franziska’s eyes stayed dilated after climax. Womanhood demands you partake of eduction.

In that moment, there could be only one true winner.