An erotic display

From the garage, the quickest way to the dean of student's suite was up a set of stairs and through an adjoining classroom building. You were in no hurry, and you took the time to peek into the classrooms as you passed them taking in their wood panel walls and large tables with comfortable chairs for the students. You could not help but be impressed with the latest in teaching tools, smartboards, computers and large-screen projectors it was an impressive set of tools for teachers. It was not unlike the facilities at Camp Pendleton when you taught there, only with a subdued classy elegance that only old money can buy.

You stop outside the one of the classrooms as the murmur of muttered voices comes through the slightly open door.

You stand in the doorway, surprised and amused at what you see. A girl sits on the teacher's desk with her plaid skirt pulled up high on her waist. The curvy blonde's leggings were pulled down to her knees, her creamy thighs spread wide. From where you were standing it was impossible to miss her fingers rubbing and probing her pussy as she throws her head back moaning softly, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Yes....yes...." she moans. "I need it....oh I need it...." She humps her hips against her hand, biting her lip as she pleasures herself. She tosses her head, her long blonde hair flicking from side to side. Her other hand strokes up her body, squeezing one breast that is popping out from her unbuttoned white blouse.

"You're a dirty slut...." she growls in a slightly deeper voice. "You love it you little bitch....you're gonna take my cock..."

"Mmmmmm.....oh God yes....." she answers herself in a more feminine voice, her fingers impaling her wet folds with greater speed.

"Fuck my cock you whore....fuck it hard..." She grunts as her hips pump in rhythm with her fingers, her other hand kneading and caressing her breasts. The senator's description of how the academy's once modest attendees had sunk to a level of wanton, sex hungry harpies was being acted out right before your eyes.

"Oh yess......yessssss.....use me....take me....make me your bitch....." she groans, her mouth gasping.

This is precisely the behavior you had been warned about, and in spite of your best efforts your cock stiffens immediately in your jeans.

As you watch the pretty student's fingers pistoning in and out of her sex, you wonder what Ms. Naylor would say if she saw what you were watching. On the desk in front of you, the young woman's head tilts back and her voice drops once again to her best imitation of a man's.

"Take it...take my cock....take it all you fucking whore..." she growls. You cannot help wondering if the Colonel was right and what these students needed was a good fucking. Your hand drops to your crotch and rubs the bulge that is becoming more and more uncomfortable in your khakis.

"Mmmmm....yesssss.....so deep.....oh so deep.....take me....take your little blonde whore....." the student moans in reply to herself.