Erotic Short Story

Classroom Adventure

Your task for the afternoon is to remove your underwear

She stood at the front of the class, watching the young adults in her care. They were engrossed in today’s test and most had their head down, writing frantically on the paper. A few were gazing out of the window, idly chewing the end of their pen as they considered what to write next, or perhaps just wondering what was for dinner.

“You have 10 minutes left,” she said, triggering a barrage of groans and an audible increase in the sound of scribbling pens.

Her smartwatch buzzed gently, and she ignored it. It buzzed again. She wanted to pretend it hadn’t but if it was from Him and she didn’t respond, she knew there would be trouble later. Deciding that a quick peek at the screen wouldn’t hurt while the kids were engrossed, she slipped the phone surreptitiously from her pocket and glanced at the notifications nervously. There were two messages demanding her attention, both from her lover, the man she called Sir.

The first read:

Your task for the afternoon is to remove your underwear, insert your favourite silver balls at break time and leave them in for the last lesson. Then wait at your desk after class.

She blushed furiously. How could she possibly get away with that here in class? Surely that was just foolish. He couldn’t be serious, could he? Her mind wandered back to a weekend last month when he’d made her wear them in public for the first time. She had been very reluctant to do it at first, convinced she would be found out, but as the evening had progressed, she had relaxed and begun to enjoy it. So much, in fact, that she had actually managed two small orgasms before leaving the restaurant, another in the taxi, and when they arrived home, she had the biggest climax of her life.

She felt her cheeks glowing red, and her nipples stiffen at the memory. She glanced around the room guiltily to see if anyone had noticed, but the class was still concentrating only on their tests and oblivious to her reaction, so she read the second message.

You will, of course, have to show me before class resumes. I will be waiting for the picture.

Whilst that was something she did regularly for him, she had never sent him a picture from work before. His demands for pictures always thrilled her. She knew the reaction it would trigger in him and the thought of his delicious cock swelling for her was a massive turn on.

She jumped as the strident bell rang, sounding the end of class. The kids all looked up expectantly, all eyes focussed on her and preparing to leap from their seats at her signal.

“Pens down. Put your papers on my desk as you leave.”

They moved as one. The screech of chairs being pushed back on hard floors was deafening as they all stood and made a dash for the door. Within 30 seconds, the silence of the room was deafening. Collating the haphazard heap of papers into a single neat pile took seconds, and she neatly filed them in a drawer before dashing out of the room herself, pausing only to collect her small bag from under the desk before heading to the ladies toilets and some privacy.

She was relieved to see she had the room to herself, so, selecting the furthest stall from the door, she removed her already damp panties without any hesitation. Stepping out of them, she balled them in her fist and tucked them into a corner of her bag, making sure they were the opposite end to her keys. She’d made that mistake before and thrown them across the car park in front of colleagues, much to their amusement.

Next, she retrieved a small velvet bag that jingled faintly as she lifted it. The material was thick and a very effective silencer that worked well enough for her to carry the balls with her without being noticed. Placing her hand between her thighs, she verified what she already suspected — she didn’t need any lube, as she was already drenched and the balls would slip in easily.

She sat on the edge of the toilet seat and spread her legs wide to ease their entry. They slipped in smoothly and she sighed to herself as they settled inside her, partially filling her, the awareness of their presence taking her arousal up another notch. The golden thread that joined them extended down in a loop and, leaving that protruding from her damp lips as evidence of her compliance to the task, she took a quick picture with her phone and sent it to him.

Walking back to her classroom, she was conscious of the balls moving inside her. Each step caused a ripple of sensation that was impossible to ignore. She walked slowly, placing each foot with care and clenching the balls tight so that they didn’t fall out of her. A few members of staff stopped to chat on the way and she concentrated hard, trying to mask her arousal and appear interested in their words.

Finally, she reached the sanctuary of her classroom and sat on her chair. If she didn’t move too much, it would be fine, and she’d get through the next hour without too much difficulty. The bell rang and kids started to stream back into the room, settling into their seats, filling the space with noise and activity.

Thankfully, it was another simple test, so she didn’t have to spend the lesson stood by the board. She did however, have to walk slowly around the room, placing a test paper on each desk and making sure they were ready. She was convinced that if she relaxed too much, the balls would drop to the floor in front of everyone or they would move noisily and someone would notice. By the time she was back at her desk, she could feel a bead of perspiration running down her spine from the effort of clenching as she walked.

“You may begin,” she said.

Concentrating on watching the class, making sure that no one was cheating whilst also trying not to move, made the next hour pass impossibly slowly. This was not helped by the constant messages from her throbbing pussy as her arousal built inexorably. She knew what she was doing was wrong, and that somehow made her even more aroused.

Finally, the bell rang, signalling the end of the day and her tortuous class. The kids streamed out loudly, placing their papers beside her as they passed by. She perched on the edge of her desk, motionless except for a growing smile as the balls echoed the vibrations of the massed footfalls. As the last student left the room, she felt a trickle of fluid seep onto her inner thigh. She shivered as the slow trace of her arousal flowed down her leg, cooling as it went.

With the test papers safely filed in her drawers, she had nothing to do for once. She sat on her desk and waited patiently, trying not to think about whatever was going to come next.

Some time later, there was a knock at the door and she looked up, startled to see him standing there already. He walked in, leaving the door wide open behind him, and stepped slowly to her desk.

“Are those shiny balls still snug in your tight little cunt?” he asked.

“Yes Sir, of course.”

“Good girl.” He replied.

He picked up a ruler from a desk and flexed it between his hands, taking a swipe at his palm, testing its strength and feel. Her mouth went dry at the thought of that ruler leaving stripes across her pert buttocks, here in her classroom. An involuntary shiver ran up her spine. He put the ruler back on a desk and removed his tie, tugging the silk slowly from his neck and letting it hang loosely from his hands as he approached her.

“Close your eyes,” He instructed

She complied instantly and he wound the tie twice around her head, covering her eyes before fastening it tightly so she was effectively blindfolded. Taking her hands in his, he guided her.

“Turn around and lie on the desk. Press those hard little nipples of yours into the wood and hold on tight. Don’t let go no matter what happens or I’ll use that ruler on you.”

She gulped nervously, and suddenly felt very exposed, laid over her desk with her arse pointing into the room as she remembered the door was still wide open. She felt him lift the hem of her skirt and pull it up onto her back.

“Spread your legs as wide as you can. I want you flat on the desk and wide open for me.”

She shuffled her feet further apart and flattened herself. Her head hung over one side of the desk while her arse and pussy were exposed completely on the other side. Steps sounded behind her and she heard the door finally close. Ears straining to hear his movement, she felt hands on her buttocks. They caressed her cheeks and explored her thighs, inching ever closer to her exposed sex and the sodden cord that hung there. She felt tugging on the cord as he started to tease the balls from her.

“Clench them tight, little one. The longer you keep them inside, the better for you.”

She tried clenching with all her might, but her sodden pussy was simply unable to keep a grip on them and the first ball left her with an audible pop. Another few tugs and the second ball fell out, landing noisily on the table. She sighed as his finger filled the void left by the ball, grinding herself onto the digit as it slid smoothly in and out of her lubricated slit.

A second finger joined it and stretched her wider, the fingers parting inside her and stroking two sides of her pussy simultaneously, causing her to squirm deliciously. The fingers withdrew and were followed by the sound of a zip being slowly undone and the clatter of the buckle hitting the floor as his jeans fell round his ankles.

The hot tip of a cock pressed against her thighs before slide upwards, inching closer to the sodden lips of her pussy. She held her breath as he paused against her for what felt like an eternity before plunging deep inside her. He thrust into her slowly but firmly, causing her to bite her lip in an effort to avoid crying out as the sharp edge of the desk pressing uncomfortably against her legs. It was enough to tip her over the edge, her first orgasm setting her nerves alight. His hands grasped her hips uncharacteristically tight as he slowly built the pace of his thrusting.

“You look as though you’re struggling to keep quiet. Let me help you with that. Open your mouth.”

She opened her mouth wide, struggling with the idea that this would help her stay quiet, and heard the unmistakable sound of a zip in front of her. Before she could register her surprise, her mouth was filled with a large cock. She recognised the taste of him instantly and was suddenly confused, not helped by the thrusting cock that filled her pussy. If his cock was in her mouth then who was pounding her pussy with such delicious vigour?

The thought vanished as soon as it formed, as the two men fucked her simultaneously, using her and driving all conscious thought from her as wave after wave of sensation raced through her body. The cock in her pussy seemed to swell significantly as his thrusting slowed to an erratic staccato pace. His breathing sounded ragged and with one final thrust, she felt him spray his load deep inside her and he slumped against her.

She felt him slowly deflating inside her and focussed her attention on the cock in her mouth. Clamping her lips tightly around the shaft, she pressed her teeth against his hard flesh. She knew the effect that had on him and heard him moan as his cock emptied the contents of his balls into her hungry mouth.

Keeping her lips wrapped firmly around him, she swallowed every drop, lapping the last traces from the tip before letting him withdraw. She felt the man behind pull out at the same time, with it the unmistakable sensation of their hot juices running down her thighs, cooling as it went.

She stayed in place, motionless, while her body came down slowly from the heights of pleasure. Steps sounded behind her, but she paid scant attention until finally she felt hands releasing the tie around her head and she blinked furiously at the sudden light.

“Good girl.” He said “I hope you enjoyed that.”

He helped her to a sitting position, holding her in his arms and stroking her hair while she sat in a post orgasmic daze, wondering about the identity of the second man but not sufficiently curious enough to ask.

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