The Miss Is In Class Private

“The Miss Is In Class, Private”

The temperature in the classroom rises, the air thick with tension and anticipation. Miss Amelia, the young, curvaceous teacher, stands before her desk, eyeing the empty room with a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes. Today, she’s got a naughty, private lesson planned, not of the usual academic variety.

Amelia saunters over to the window, her hips swaying seductively with each step. She locks it with a soft click before turning the blinds closed. A devious smile plays on her glossy, full lips as she unclasps her conservative navy blouse one button at a time, revealing the lacy, crimson bra barely containing her ample cleavage.

She tosses her disheveled chestnut tresses over one shoulder and kicks off her practical pumps. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her gray pencil skirt, Amelia shimmies it over her wide hips and down her toned legs, letting it pool at her feet. Her crimson thong matches her bra, and the skimpy fabric barely covers her plump, round ass.

With a giggle, Amelia puckers her plump lips and blows a kiss to her imaginary audience before crawling onto her desk. She takes a moment to arrange herself between the neat stacks of papers and open textbooks, propping herself up on her elbows.

“What do you think, class?” Miss Amelia purrs, nibbling her full bottom lip. “Do my breasts look big? Big enough to fill out my tight blouses?” She arches her back and CUPs her overflowing cleavage, giving herself a little massage.

Her council consisted of silent paper and empty desks, but she continued with her show.

“I know they look big now, but wait until I get that bra off!” Amelia springs onto her knees and reaches back to unclasp her bra. The straps slide off her soft, sun-kissed shoulders and she lets the lacy contraption fall away, baring her perky, Calling cum tits to the world. Her rosy nipples stiffen in the cool classroom air.

“Now, who wants to come suck on my titties and find out if they’re as perfect as they look?” She squirms and moans, enjoying her private performance. “Oh, you naughty boys are going to make me so wet!” Amelia juts out her sizeable rack dramatically.

Amelia sits back on her heels and peels off her wet, crimson thong, kicking it aside with her foot. Now completely naked, she reclines on the desk, legs spread to reveal her glistening, pink slit.

“I bet you’re all rock hard for me already,” she sighs dreamily. “I wish you could see how wet I am for you.” Amelia parts her shapely thighs a little wider, and the pungent musk of her arousal fills the air. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to take care of myself…”

She starts to rub her slick, swollen petals with the tips of her fingers, gasping as they skim over her sensitive, aching clit. The filthy wet sounds of her masturbation echo through the silent classroom as she plunges two fingers deep into her tight, dripping hole.

“Mmm, I’m imagining you boys are in here watching me. Are you touching yourselves?” Amelia moans as she fucks herself silly on her desk. Her fingers pump relentlessly, and her hips buck and gyrate with each thrust.

She resumes her erotic rant as she humps her own hand like a bitch in heat. “Oh fuck, I want to taste you, boys!” Amelia’s other hand cups her heavy, bouncing breasts, rolling a stiff nipple between her fingers. “I bet you have big, thick cocks that would fill me up so good – splitting my little cunt open!”

Amelia spreads herself wider, scissors two fingers to stretch her tender entrance. She plunges them knuckle-deep and scissors them open, curling them to stroke her tight, spasming walls.

Nearly sobbing with pleasure, Amelia grazes her thumb over her swollen clit, inclusion it in tight circles as she pounds herself through her peak. Her body arches off the table, toes curling, as an intense orgasm explodes through her. She gushes fluids everywhere, drenching herself from tits to thighs.

“FUCK! I’m cumming so hard!” she nearly screams with the force of her release. Her whole body trembles through the aftershocks, and she collapses back onto the desk, panting heavily. Milky juices drips down her quivering thighs.

Now well and truly satisfied, Amelia takes a moment to collect herself before reaching for her crumpled clothes. She dons them as she is, barely even bothering to fasten her skirt or button her blouse. She has a class to teach – and her students will never suspect the show she just put on.

Miss Amelia saunters to the front of the classroom and unlocks the door, a sexy, satisfied grin on her face. The first of her students file in, and they’re immediately hit by the thick, musky scent lingering in the air. Some blush prettily and avert their eyes, others boldly watch her figure with undisguised lust – but Amelia pretends not to notice.

As she takes her seat behind the desk and waits for the classroom to quiet, Miss Amelia winks at the camera with a naughty smirk. She leans forward just enough to give everyone an eyeful of her cleavage still barely contained by her blouse. The cool air makes her nipples stiffen against the thin fabric, and she suppresses a shiver.

It’s going to be a long, hard day, but Amelia just might enjoy having her students squirm in their seats – from stiffness rather than boredom. She sits up straight, clears her throat, and begins again as if nothing happened.

“Good morning, class. Sorry for the delay. Let’s pick up where we left off…”