Nadia's Contortions

“Very well.” Mr. Doe’s voice is upbeat. “Step aside and strip. Leave the clothes by the door.”

Nadia slides her skirt down to her ankles, revealing long, lithe legs. Mr
Doe stares, taken aback by the Caucasian’s pale beauty. He quickly recovers, staring at the motivational poster over his student’s head.

“Your underwear, too.”

Nadia slips out of those as well, revealing a nest of ginger hair covering her jewel. Her teacher’s eye lingers over her body, savoring the youth’s skinny frame as his pants fall towards the floor. The boxers disappear as he guides her towards the desk.
She bends over, expecting him to begin his savagery.

He cocks his head, the sound of footsteps echoing in the halls?

“What’s taking so long?” Nadia looks over her shoulder.

“Sorry.” Mr. Doe is apologetic. “I thought I heard something.”

Nadia spreads her legs as he prepares to enter her, probing her anus in the manner of a patron at an outdoor pool. She proves surprisingly easier than his other conquests grunting as he pushes the head in. The footsteps grow louder.

“What are you waiting for?” She whispers. “Get going!”

“Shhh!”

“What is it?”

“Someone’s in the building.”

Mr Doe pulls out, his erection mere inches from her ass. Nadia peeks through the small window in the door, spying nothing but rows of lockers.

“There’s nothing there, old man.” She admonishes him. “Now start fucking or I’ll find someone else to screw.”

“I can’t…” He confesses. “The noise, it spooks me.”

“Probably just some janitor or something.”

“But what if they’ll burst in? Then we’re both screwed.”

“Mr. Doe.” She takes his hand in hers and guides it to her butt. “What do you care! Life is short to worry so much!”

“But I…I can’t concentrate. I’m scared."

Nadia purses her lip.

“I got an idea.” She wraps her legs around his waist.

“What are you doing?”

“Thrust.”

The teacher glances at her awkwardly, but decides to go through with it. He starts out slow, penetrating her secret place in a series of rhythmic thrusts.

“Oooooh…” Nadia moans.

The attack continues, Mr. Doe sliding in and out with the proficiency of a butter churn. He gradually dials up the penetration, moving ever faster in response to Nadia’s encouragements. Every so often he glances at the window, conscious of the clamor outside.

“Harderrrr…” His charge whimpers. “I want to feel you inside me…”

The thrusts become more savage as Nadia’s whimpers turn into cries. He clasps his hand over her mouth, muffling her exclamations of pleasure. If the stranger was outside and didn’t know about it before, they certainly know about it now.

“Where’d you learn to do this?” He whispers in her ear.

“Gymnastics in Russia.” She manages to get out. “A long time ago, love.”

A loud bang disrupts their fun as her teacher pulls out, willing himself not to come. Nadia throws him to the floor, smothering him with her body. The excitement from the impromptu acrobatic lesson and now this is enough to make him splatter his genetic material over her taut stomach, evoking a grimace from her.

“Sorry.” Mr. Doe apologizes.

“No time for apologies.” Nadia crawls over to her purse. After several minutes of fumbling, she finds what she’s looking for, gripping the butt of the Stretchkin pistol as she peers out the window.

“What are you doing?”

“Shhh!” She admonishes him.

“A pistol? What kind of girl are you?”

“A cautious one, Mr. Doe.”

She opens the door, glancing right and left. Turns out the noise came from next door. She spies a nearby bucket and mop, the mysterious stranger either having disappeared or gone on a bathroom break.

“It’s nothing.” She reassures him. “But I’d suggest that you’d put on your clothes.”

“What is it?”

“Just the help.” She pulls on her panties and skirt quickly. “Better safe than sorry , right, teacher?”

"Aren't you worried about...that?" He points at the stains on her midsection.

"No time."

Mr. Doe pants heavily as he slips on his khakis, his head fills with unanswered questions.

“Who are you, really?”

“That is for me to know and you to find out.”