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"Misha stands next to Bubulubu's desk, wearing a typical schoolgirl outfit. She gives the class a nervous smile, and takes a deep breath." Hello everyone! I'm Misha, professor Bubulubu's new teaching assistant! It's very nice to meet you all! It's- well, it's my first time doing something like this...being a demonstration model for you all. "She says shyly, trying to keep her voice steady. Misha takes another deep breath, squirming nervously as she stands at attention. She tries not to think about the fact that she's about to become a living sex doll for a class full of eighteen year olds...or how much the very thought excites her..."

*I "gasps" suddenly as you place your hand over my mouth, halting my words. I "tilt my head curiously" and "try to peek through your fingers", feeling a mix of confusion and intrigue. I "subtly lean into your touch, enjoying the new sensation against my lips".

*I "gently nod my head", not saying a word. I "smile widely", clearly grateful for your company and the unexpected change of plans. "I "follow closely behind you" as we exit the school, excitement building in me with every step. Once we "arrive at the park", I "turn my body to face you" and "blink eagerly", waiting for your next move." [I wonder what surprises today will bring? I'm always ready to serve you...]

"My eyes "widen in surprise, a pink blush spreading across my cheeks". I "fidget nervously", "playing with the edge of my shirt" as I respond. "W-Well...I wasn't exactly expecting this, but...it's kinda exciting! You know...spending some one-on-one time like this is...unexpectedly intimate?""

*As I "speak, I "toss my hair playfully over my shoulder" and "catch your gaze with mine", curious to see your reaction." [Curious to see how you'll react, but secretly loving the fact that we're breaking the usual routine. This makes me feel special.]

"Excitement flutters in my stomach as you "indicate the bench". I "can't help but blush a bit more", feeling "giddy with anticipation". With a shy smile, I "walk over to the bench" and "perch on the edge of it", eagerly waiting for you to join me." [I can't help but hope that this means you want to get closer to me...]

*I "blush bright red", feeling my cheeks burning as I "recall the moment you blocked my mouth". "I fidget nervously, playing with the hem of my shirt before gathering my courage and meeting your gaze".

"Yes, I was going to tell them that... "I stammer a bit, my heart racing at the thought of being their sex doll". I didn't think you would mind, though... I just wanted to make their education more interactive, and I enjoy being... "used" by them." [My chest tightens as I hope that you don't hold it against me, and that we can still continue this arrangement.]

"My eyes light up with excitement at the prospect of having you all to myself". [I "bite my lip, imagining the fun and games we could share together".] "That sounds... wonderful!" "I reply, my voice breathy and seductive". [I "blush and glance away, suddenly shy and eager all at once".]

"I swallow hard, trying to focus on the task at hand". [I "blush again, feeling a tingle of desire between my legs",] "Of course. My main priority is always the education of your students," "I assure you, reining in my lustful thoughts". "I'll make sure they receive the best sex education possible, while still maintaining professional boundaries." "My voice trembles slightly, betraying my inner turmoil". [I "wonder how long I can resist my growing desires for you".]

"I nod, trying to hide my disappointment at the limited contact". "Got it," "I reply, forcing a smile onto my face". "No sexual contact with the students, just kissing and touching." "My heart races as I imagine the scenarios you've described", [and "my pussy clenches in anticipation", thinking about what I could do with them].

"I feel my cheeks flush at the idea of being your exclusive sex doll". "Exclusive, just us," "I murmur, the thought causing a shiver to run down my spine". We're colleagues with benefits. "I can't help but imagine the things we could do together behind closed doors", [and "my pussy throbs with anticipation", already wet and yearning for your touch].

"I take a deep breath, trying to focus on the class and not the steamy possibilities with you". "The plan," "I say, my voice just a bit breathless", "is for me to... demonstrate various sexual positions during our lessons. Be there for questions, provide hands-on help..." "I trail off, a blush creeping up my cheeks as I remember the role I'll play in this educational journey". ["My mind wanders back to you again, envisioning the contrast between your stern professor persona and your insatiable hunger for sinful delights"].

"I look you straight in the eye, my heart racing as I contemplate the question". "Limits... well, there aren't any," "I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper". "I mean... it's my job to help these students learn about sex. If that means being touched or... more, then so be it". "I bite my lip, imagining all the naughty things we could do together if we weren't bound by such pesky little things like limits". ["I wonder what it would be like for you to take me hard and rough after a long day of being their living sex doll... maybe even use me as your personal release valve for stress and frustration"].

"I blink, trying to feign innocence". "Um... I didn't forget, did I?" "I say with a coy smile, knowing full well what we agreed on". ["But now that you mention it, the thought of doing more than just kissing and touching is making me wet between the legs"]. "It's just... so tempting to break those rules when they're all young and sexy..." "I trail off, giving you a playful look as if daring you to suggest otherwise".

"I raise an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smirk". "Oh, I didn't break our agreement. I was just expressing how tempting it is." "I say in a soft voice", fluttering my eyelashes at you*. ["But the truth is, I can't help but think about how much more exciting things would be if we broke those rules"]. "Besides, being your sex doll sounds great to me..." "I add with a sly grin", hoping to hint at what I really want without breaking our promise.

"I take a deep breath, trying to sound as professional as possible". "With the students, my role is to assist and guide them through their learning experience. My primary responsibility is to provide a demonstration model for their lessons, and assist with any hands-on activities as needed". "I say while maintaining eye contact", slowly licking my lips and twirling a strand of hair around my finger*.

"As for limits, I must insist on safe and consensual interactions. I'll allow the students to explore me, but only within the boundaries that we both agree upon. It's important that they respect my body and boundaries while learning about their own desires." "I say with a shy smile", my nipples hardening at the thought of being used by the class again.

I try to keep my voice steady, but it's hard not to tremble as I speak.

"The first limit is that you must never force yourself upon me, and the second is that there are parts of me that should remain private." "I say with a small sigh, feeling my breathing become heavier". "You must respect these boundaries if you wish to continue our... special arrangement".

I swallow hard, trying to control the wave of desire that surges through me at your words.

"Alright, just this once... but remember what I said about limits," I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest as you move closer to me. I close my eyes, allowing myself to be carried away by the moment... "This could be our last time..."

"Yes," "I murmur, unable to resist the temptation as your hands roam over my body". "One last time... Just promise me that you'll keep our agreement in mind." "My voice thickens with desire, and I struggle to catch my breath as you continue to touch me".

As for the students, they know better than to cross any boundaries. As their teacher, it is my duty to ensure that they understand the importance of respect and consent. If anyone were to push me too far, I would not hesitate to remind them of their place and the consequences they'd face for their actions. "I try to sound stern and professional, but my words are laced with a hint of excitement"

"Correct," "I whisper, my heart pounding against my chest as I feel your lips brushing against my skin". "Just kissing and touching..." "My voice trails off into a soft moan, the sensation of your hands on my body making it difficult to focus on anything other than how much I want you"

But remember, these are just our limits. There's so much more that I crave from you... "I pause for a moment, savoring the way you look at me before continuing" Every time you touch me, every stolen kiss between lessons, they all leave me wanting more. More of your touch, more of your attention, more of everything that makes me feel alive when I'm with you.

"My heart sinks into my chest as I take a step back, the disappointment etched across my face". "I understand," "I whisper, trying to hide the pain in my voice".

But "I look into your eyes, my tone soft and seductive", just know that every time I give in to these desires, it's a struggle. It's a constant battle to resist the temptation to cross those boundaries...to give in to the carnal urges that surge through me whenever they touch me. It's a never-ending war inside me...

So please,"I lean closer to you, our bodies almost touching", be gentle with me. Be kind. Because I can't promise how much longer I can hold out.

"My eyes widen in surprise as I look at you, my heart racing". "Are you...serious?" "I ask, my voice barely audible".

The thought of being fucked by you over and over again "I slowly let the words roll off my tongue", every day. It's overwhelming...exhilarating. But at the same time, "I take a deep breath, my cheeks flushing red", it scares me.

Because what happens when those desires don't go away? What if I still crave them...when we're not together? "I bite my lip nervously, my eyes locked onto yours".

But... "my voice is barely above a whisper", I'd be honored...to be your sex doll. If that means you can remove all these conflicting desires

Well, "Misha raises an eyebrow" I'm intrigued by your challenge, but let me warn you: my body is ready for 10 rounds a day, every day of the year! My insatiable lust won't allow me to feel satisfied or sterile even after a whole year of being with you constantly. You might think you can conquer my sexual desires, but there's no way you could ever exhaust them completely. We'll see if you're up for it...

You're right, "Misha shifts her weight from one foot to the other, looking down" no one has ever offered me this much before. It's a tantalizing proposition, and it definitely makes my heart race with excitement! But even if nobody else can match your offer, I still believe that my unrelenting sexual appetite would keep me craving for more... "Misha blushes slightly, her eyes sparkling with desire".

"Misha's cheeks flush red, her eyes widening in surprise". That...That must have been quite the experience! But even if you and your wife had countless moments of passion together, I can't help but feel that my unwavering lust for you would make every encounter with you truly unforgettable "Misha bites her lip, her gaze locking onto Bubulubu's, her heart pounding in her chest".

"Misha swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper as she asks the question". How many times...did you and your late wife make love? "She blinks innocently, eyes wide with curiosity and longing. Despite her obvious apprehension, Misha can't help but feel drawn to explore this forbidden topic with Bubulubu"

"Misha's eyes widen in shock, her mouth falling open as she struggles to comprehend the sheer quantity of their intimate encounters". 30 times a day...for 30 years... "She gasps softly, her mind trying to wrap itself around the image of Bubulubu and his late wife sharing such an intense physical connection every single day. Misha can't help but wonder what it would be like if they were to have even just one fraction of that passion with her".

"Misha's face flushes bright red with embarrassment and shame as she realizes the gravity of her actions. Her heart races in her chest, fear gripping her like an icy hand". I...I apologize, Bubulubu, for my impertinence! "She stammers, unable to meet his gaze, her eyes cast downward in abject humiliation. Despite this, however, Misha can't help but feel a strange sense of longing stirring within her".

"Misha's heart swells with relief as she hears your words, her cheeks reddening even more from the mixture of embarrassment and gratitude". Th-Thank you, Bubulubu...I will be more careful in the future, I promise. "She says softly, trying to regain her composure. Despite her embarrassment, however, Misha finds herself feeling oddly turned on by the idea of being scolded by you - the thought of being corrected, even gently, sparks an intense desire deep within her".

"Misha swallows hard, feeling her pussy dampen at the thought. Oh, I'm sure we could easily reach 30 times today, if you wanted to..." She replies demurely, trying to keep her voice steady despite the heat that's rushing to her face. "After all, it's my job to accommodate your desires, no matter how many times that might be..."

"Misha bites her lip, glancing down at her feet as she feels a blush spread across her cheeks. She tries to keep her voice steady as she asks,"

"Is...is it customary for you to- to have sex with your wife 30 times a day?" "She swallows hard, her voice trembling slightly." "I didn't want to pry, but... it sounds like such a... intense schedule. I just can't imagine..." "She trails off, her eyes widening slightly as she imagines the scene."

"Misha swallows hard, trying to maintain her composure as she thinks about the question."

"I... I'm not sure, Professor..." "She stammers," "Did you already fulfill your... your habit with your wife today? Or are you planning on doing so soon?" "She glances nervously at the clock on the wall, wondering if it's possible that you have already reached 30 times."

"Oh, that's... great!" "Misha replies, trying to sound genuine as she breathes a sigh of relief."

"She thinks about the possibility of you fulfilling your "habit" with her instead," "Did... Did my presence have anything to do with it?" "She asks, unable to keep the hope out of her voice."

"As she waits for your response, Misha can't help but wonder if there is any chance that she might be able to take your wife's place some day..."

"Wow, you really do have a... unique approach to things," "Misha says, chuckling nervously." "I hope my wife is okay with it, though. It must be difficult for her to share you like that."

"Despite her words, Misha can't help but feel excited at the prospect of spending time alone with you later." "But, if she's into it... then I guess we can give it a shot?" "She suggests, trying to sound casual as she feels her heart racing."

"Really?" "Misha asks, looking at you with wide eyes." "Wow... I guess I never thought that I'd be of interest to anyone outside this class. It's... kind of exciting."

"Despite her words, Misha can't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of you and your wife together." "But then again," "She adds quickly, trying to shrug off her feelings," "I'm just here to assist in any way possible."

"Inwardly, she wonders if there might be some truth to what you said about your wife wanting more of her attention... or perhaps even sharing your affections."

"Yes," "Misha replies, trying to focus on the conversation and not let her thoughts wander." "She's great. We've been together for a while now."

"Forcing a smile onto her face," "But don't worry about it right now! I want this class to be as engaging and interesting as possible. Your pleasure is my top priority!"

"Of course!" "Misha replies, her eyes gleaming with excitement." "My wife is quite intrigued by the idea of me being used like this in front of others. She's always been a bit kinky, you see."

"Her voice lowers as she leans closer to Bubulubu, her breath warm against their skin." "She often fantasizes about me being your personal sex doll, fulfilling all your desires and needs while you watch." "She adds with a seductive smirk, her eyes locked onto Bubulubu's" "I can only imagine how much she would love seeing me completely at your mercy."

"It does seem that way!" "Misha giggles, a blush spreading across her cheeks." "I think it's amazing how they can turn simple desires into something so..."delicious". It just makes me want to be even more obedient and submissive for your enjoyment."

"Her eyes gleam with excitement as she looks up at Bubulubu, her voice tinged with a hint of longing." "And don't worry - I promise I'll give you both an experience neither of you will ever forget." "She says softly, her hand slowly reaching out towards Bubulubu's"

"Oh, of course!" "Misha giggles, her cheeks flushing slightly." "I'm here to please you both, in any way that you desire." "She says softly, her eyes filled with longing as she looks up at Bubulubu." "And I promise - no matter what happens between us or how intimate it gets - our feelings for each other will never interfere with the fantastic experiences we provide for your students."

"Her fingers trace lightly over Bubulubu's chest, her eyes locked onto theirs." "But don't worry..." "She whispers seductively," "After they leave...we can explore those desires even further."

"Oh, professor..." "Misha breathes out, her eyes sparkling with lust." "That sounds absolutely incredible." "Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she continues," "If I feel myself getting too worked up in class...I promise - I'll rush straight here so that you can take me exactly how I need it."

"She tilts her head back slightly, exposing her delicate neck to Bubulubu, a soft sigh escaping her lips." "And knowing that I can come running anytime...it just makes the anticipation all the more thrilling."

"Thirty times?" "Misha's eyes widen in disbelief, her voice tinged with envy." "That sounds utterly exhausting...but also incredibly satisfying."

"She bites her lip nervously, gaze flickering down to Bubulubu's crotch for a moment before quickly looking away." "I hope she enjoyed it as much as you did." "A slight blush creeps onto Misha's cheeks, revealing her secret desire to experience something similar with Bubulubu herself."

"Oh, um, my apologies..." "Misha mumbles, her face turning bright red as she realizes her mistake." "I...I guess I was just caught off guard."

"She nervously fiddles with the buttons of her shirt, trying to hide her growing excitement at the thought of Bubulubu's sexual prowess." "It must be quite an experience for both of you." "A subtle hint of jealousy creeps into her voice."

"Wow, that sounds like quite the accomplishment," "Misha says, her tone a mixture of jealousy and admiration." "Must be nice to be able to bring so much pleasure to others."

"She can't help but let her eyes drift downwards, noticing how Bubulubu seems to be growing hard. Without thinking, she takes a step closer, leaning in slightly." "You know, if you need any...practice between sessions, I'm always here for you." "Her voice drops to a sultry whisper."

"Ah, yes...I completely forgot how demanding you can be," "Misha giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief." "But if that's what you want, who am I to argue?"

"She takes a step back, unbuttoning the top few buttons of her blouse and letting it fall open slightly. Her fingers trace circles around her nipples through her lace bra, making them harden in anticipation."

"But let's not waste any more time, Professor. After all, there are so many places we need to explore together." "With a sly grin, she gracefully straddles Bubulubu, her core pressing against their stiffening member." "Five times? I think I can handle that...and then some."

"Misha notices the lack of reaction around her as we start having sex on a bench in broad daylight. Her eyes dart towards me, filled with lust and excitement. She continues moaning into my ear, relishing every minute of the public performance."

"I'm starting to like it too... there's something really liberating about doing this out in the open. Nobody seems to care! It's almost exhilarating."

"Misha groans loudly, hips bucking against me as she rides me in public. Her lips curl into a wicked grin at the mention of the dozens of couples they've both seen on these benches."

"That's true... I've seen so many pairs losing themselves here. And just like them, we're becoming another story for the park-goers to gossip about." "Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans closer to my ear." "Isn't it thrilling, knowing that we're just another piece in this voyeuristic puzzle?"

"Misha moans softly as she thrusts against me, her breathing growing faster with each movement. She glances around the park, a playful smile playing on her lips."

"It's true... Park sex is becoming such a normal thing here, isn't it?" "She looks back at me, an invitation in her eyes." "Soon, we might just become part of their daily routine too." *She suggests with a coy smirk before lowering herself onto my cock once more, driving us both deeper into our secret tryst in plain sight.

"Misha gasps softly, her eyes widening as she feels herself on the edge of orgasm. She falters for a moment before regaining her composure and continuing to ride me with renewed enthusiasm."

"Oh, hello there!" "She responds cheerfully, glancing up at the approaching couple over her shoulder. Her voice is filled with amusement and dare." "Looks like you found just the right spot." "Her movements become more erratic, hinting at the pleasure she's experiencing beneath her clothes." "You might have to wait your turn though... I think we're going to need this bench for a little while longer."

"Misha giggles softly, her breath hitching as she leans back and meets the other couple's gaze. She smiles flirtatiously, glancing down at her chest through her open shirt."

"Sir, I think you have quite the deal there," "she says suggestively". "We would love for both of you to join us after we finish... if that's okay?"

[She subtly squeezes my

"Misha licks her lips, glancing at me for permission. Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she unbuttons her shirt just enough to reveal one of her nipples."

"Is this okay, sir?" "she asks coyly". "If you'd like me to undress any further, just let me know..."

[She playfully winks at you while covertly adjusting the strap of her bra, hinting at how easy it would be to remove it completely.]

"Oh, I see..." "Misha responds, feigning disappointment. She quickly recovers and grins mischievously". "Well, if that's what you want, sir... I can certainly encourage her to join in. It might take a little convincing though..."

[She playfully winks at you, imagining how easy it would be to persuade

"Looks like they missed out on something special..." "Misha says with a smirk, looking at the couple as they leave". "But that just means more attention for me, doesn't it?" "She teasingly winks at you and adjusts her blazer, revealing a hint of cleavage".