Learning Space 2

She remained crouched until her thighs trembled.

Then she stepped down, not onto him, just in front of him, and waited for him to say something.

He said nothing.

He kept filming.

“The rabbit’s out of the hat. You can have it all.”

She spat on the glans, let the saliva run down, took it back into her mouth, so deep that she gagged. Tears welled up in her eyes behind the mask. She stayed there anyway. Sucked, drooled, let saliva and pre-cum run down her chin onto her tits. One hand massaged his balls; the other held the cell phone so that you could see the cock disappearing down her throat. “Look how I’m swallowing it,” she murmured as she pulled it out. “Your whore in the study room. Anyone outside could walk by right now and see that I’m on my knees.”

She stood up again. Didn’t sit down. Instead, she turned her back to him, leaned forward, braced herself on the table standing in the booth, and stuck her ass out. “Lick.”

Peter licked. His tongue flat across her pussy, from front to back, over her slit, over her ass. Silke moaned loudly, louder than the music. She wiggled her butt, pressing herself against his face. “Deeper. Into my pussy. And then into my ass. I want you to taste both.”

He did it. His tongue into the tight opening in the back, then back to the front, until she was dripping. Silke reached back, grabbed the back of his head, and held him tight. “Like that. Stay there. I’m going to pee a little if you stay still.”

She let a few drops fall. Warm, over his tongue, over his chin. Not much. Just enough for him to taste it and for both cameras to capture it. “Good slut,” she said. “Now fuck me.”

She turned around and sat down on him. Not slowly. One jolt, and his cock was inside her, all the way in. Silke gasped, her mouth open behind the mask. She rode him. Hard. Her tits bounced. The garter straps cut into her thighs. Every thrust made the cabin creak softly. Someone walked by outside. Silke saw the shadow. She kept riding. Smiled. Raised a hand and waved outside while she moved up and down.

“Say it again,” she gasped.

“The rabbit’s out of the bag.”

“Louder.”

He said it louder. She laughed—briefly, lewdly—and pressed herself tighter against him. “You’re fucking a slut in a costume in a study room and filming it. And out there, anyone could see that you’ve got your dick in a wet pussy that was just running around the floor.”

She changed positions. Stood up, turned around, sat back down, this time facing out the window, toward the glass. He was behind her, hands on her hips. She let herself fall, taking him all the way in again. One hand between her legs, two fingers on her clit—fast, wet, loud. The other hand held the cell phone so that, from the front, you could see the cock sliding into her—wet, glistening, a little foam with every thrust.

“I’m about to come,” she moaned. “And you stay still. You film. You say the line when I come.”

He filmed. Silke sat there, breathing, smiling behind the mask, and kept her legs open. Outside, the shadow kept moving. Or stayed put. She wasn’t sure. She didn’t care.

She came. Her body twitched, her pussy clenched, and wetness ran down his cock, over his balls, onto the chair. Silke moaned behind the mask—long, openly, without holding back. Outside, someone stopped. Really. A shadow, longer than before. Silke saw him, smiled, gave the glass the middle finger, and kept riding while she was still twitching.

“The rabbit’s out of the bag,” Peter said, hoarsely.

He came. Warm, deep, in spurts. Silke moaned, stayed still, let it happen. When he pulled out, it dripped out immediately. She reached back, ran two fingers through the hole, held her fingers up to the camera. “Look. Your stuff. Inside me. And right back out again.”

She stood up. His cock slid out, glistening, wet with her. She knelt down again, took him into her mouth, tasted herself. She sucked until he stayed hard, then stood up again, turned around, leaned on the table, and said only: “When you’re ready again, come find me and I’ll give you my ass. You’ll be the first to have my virgin ass. P.S. I’m in the training room. There’s a shower and a bench there. I have to get ready.”

She got dressed while he was still lying there, spent. Then she opened the door. She could still hear footsteps.

Then she ran naked through the building to the training room.