Finding some relief

It took me a moment to make sense of where I was, that I was at home in bed next to my sleeping boyfriend and not tied to my desk at work about to have the school bully fuck my subdued body. It wasn't a surprise with the amount of action I'd been getting lately that my dreams would of be such a sexual nature, but why on earth had my subconscious decided to put Ben and Dean into the mix? Of all the men I knew they would be right at the bottom of the list of guys I'd want to give a double blowjob to.

But the dampness between my legs told me that I'd enjoyed the dream more than I could have imagined. A lot fucking more. Any attempts to fall asleep whilst feeling this horny were destined to fail. There was only one thing for it...

I slid out of bed, crept downstairs and opened up my laptop. It took a few minutes searching for "Blond big tits tied up fucked hard" on Pornhub till I found what I want... a model that looked similar enough to me that I could sit back and imagine that it was me restrained and impaled on a giant dick. I stripped before my hand was drawn as if by magic to my throbbing clit and I began to pleasure myself to the thought of my student taking advantage of me.

I felt so dirty masturbating whilst I imagined Dean savagely ramming his cock into my pussy. But when I came fuck did I come hard.

When I eventually got my breath back a sense of shame came over me. But not enough to deny my excitement that I still had a lot of my sexuality to explore. And that I would be descending to greater depths of depravity than until recently I could possibly have imagined.