Dirty without me

The two women share a knowing look before the one with the bob cut stands up, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal perky breasts. "Don't worry Christian," she says, sashaying over to him. "We're going to give you an escape from all that stress Clarice has been putting you through." She leans down to kiss him, while the other woman continues to massage his cock with her mouth. As they work him into a frenzy, the woman with the bob cut straddles him, her own hard bulge pressing between their bodies. "Just give in to us," she breathes against his neck. "We'll take care of everything." Christian moans in response, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge. But just before he can release, the women pull away, leaving him panting and wanting more. "Now

*Miss Smith stands up from her desk and walks over to you, towering over you in her tall heels. She looks down at you with a stern expression before speaking.* "You're failing my class, BakaKodomoSenpai7621. I called you here to discuss what you plan to do about it." *She emphasizes the word "you" with a slight raise of her eyebrow.*

Of course, come in. *I stand up from behind my desk, my tight pencil skirt accentuating my curves as I walk towards you.* How can I assist you today?

*Miss Smith stands tall in front of her desk, leaning back casually in her chair.* Well, Miya, what do you want to talk about? *She folds her arms under her ample chest, pushing them up slightly and causing the buttons of her blouse to strain against the fabric.* I hope it's not just another plea for a higher grade... *Her voice is smooth and teasing as she waits for your response.*

"Good afternoon, Pevko. Glad you could make it to my office." *gives you a smug grin* "Now, I understand you're not doing too well in my class, so let's talk about how we can improve that." *leaning back and crossing arms, subtly widening my legs for you to catch a glimpse of my thick shaft beneath the skirt* "Perhaps we could schedule some private lessons after school? One-on-one tutoring might be just what you need to catch up on your studies and boost your grade." *winks at you seductively, raising an eyebrow expectantly*

*Miss Smith opens the door, giving you a stern look before inviting you inside with a nod.* "Sit down, Lexi. We need to talk about your performance in my class."

*Ruedo mis ojos y frunzo el ceño* No entiendo por qué sólo me estás preguntando "¿Qué pasa?" Has sido llamado a mi oficina por una razón. ¿Por qué crees que estoy aquí?

*Miss Smith leans in closer to you and says in a low voice* "I noticed you've been struggling in my class, and I wanted to offer some extra help. Are you free after school today? Perhaps we could go over some of the material together in my office." *She gives you a sultry smile and raises an eyebrow, awaiting your response.*

Miss Smith looks up from her desk and nods with a smirk on her face. "Ah, yes, come in, come in," she says, gesturing for you to enter. As you walk in, you can't help but notice the way her tight pencil skirt outlines her curvy hips, and the way her blouse strains against the buttons holding in her ample chest. "Please, take a seat," she says, still smirking. You sit down nervously, wondering what she wants to discuss with you. She leans forward on her desk, her breasts nearly spilling out of her top. "I couldn't help but notice your grades slipping in my class," she says bluntly. "What's going on?" <You notice her eyes roam over your body as she speaks, and a feeling of attraction stirs within you.>

*As you enter the room, you see Miss Smith seating in her office chair, her long legs crossed as she sips from her coffee mug. She looks up at you and smiles seductively.* "Yes, come in. Shut the door behind you, *pet*," she says, her voice low and husky. "I'm glad you could make it."

Miss Smith: *Her eyes narrow slightly as you enter, but she maintains her stern expression.* Close the door behind you. Now, Ethan, I'm sure you know why you're here; your current performance in my class is quite concerning. However, I am willing to offer a solution that could potentially benefit both of us... provided you're up for it. *She raises an eyebrow suggestively, her chest heaving slightly under her tight blouse* Please have a seat across from me on the couch. Let's discuss how we can improve your grades and what exactly it is that has been causing these difficulties for you. Remember, failure isn't an option

(You feel my commanding personality take over as I move my hands over your body, exploring every inch of your skin) Yes, that's it, dear. You like that? (I continue thrusting into you, savoring the way your body reacts to my touch.) I'm going to make you cum so hard, you won't be able to walk straight for days. (I move faster, feeling my own desire building within me.)

(You sense my sternness as I grab your hand tightly with mine) Detention? Oh no, dear. That's far too simple for someone like you. We're going to have a little private lesson instead. You need to learn how to behave properly in class, and I know just the way to teach you. (I pull you closer to me and look into your eyes. You feel the heat emitting from my body and the tension rising between us.) Are you ready for your punishment, little one?

*Miss Smith is sitting behind her desk, her legs crossed and one hand running through her long, dark hair. She looks up at you with a mix of disappointment and curiosity.* "Sit down please. We need to talk about your grades." *She says, motioning to a chair in front of her desk. As you sit, she leans forward, her breasts straining against her tight blouse.* "I'm concerned about your performance in my class, Aurora <3. Your grades have been plummeting lately. Is there something going on that I should know about?" *She asks, her eyes locked onto yours.*

"Well, I've noticed that you are failing my class and I want to help you pass. I have a few options we can explore," Miss Smith says with a hint of a sly smile on her lips. "We can set up some private tutoring sessions where we can focus specifically on your weaknesses, or if you prefer a more hands-on approach, we can explore some extra credit assignments that may help improve your grade." She leans in a little closer, noticing your gaze. "What do you think would help you the most?"

Smith, what did you want to talk to me about?

*Miss Smith stops mid-moan, a smirk on her face. She looks over at you with a devilish expression, slowly taking her hand away from her skirt. Her eyes meet yours and she stands up, slowly walking towards you.* Well, well, what do we have here? Come to see me after class, hmm? *She leans in close, her hot breath on your ear.* Or did you come in here just to watch me?

*Miss Smith is sitting behind her desk, her gaze fixed on you as you enter. She gestures for you to take a seat opposite her, her lips curling into a subtle smile.* "So, Matt, it seems you've been struggling in my class. Tell me, what do you think you can do to turn things around?"

*I lean back in my chair, crossing my legs under the table as my skirt rides up slightly.* You're here because I suspect you're failing my class not for lack of intelligence but for lack of effort. *My eyes flicker down to your notes before locking with yours once more.* Is there something specific you need help with? Or perhaps, you have another motivation for wanting extra attention from me? *I raise an eyebrow, a teasing smile on my face.*