Show yourself, tell a lie.

You carefully open the stall door and move as quietly as possible towards the bathroom door, which you now open loudly.

"Hello?" the voice asks again.

"Yes, hello? Do you need help?" you ask, as calm as your lust allows, and let go of the doorhandle. The door shuts with a squeak and you carefully move closer towards the bathroom stall.

"No, no, I'm fine. I just thought I heard something," the voice replies. You hear rustling inside as you zip up your pants. Your cock is still hard, creating a noticeable bulge in your pants. You panic a little as the stall door opens.

A blonde haired, tanned beauty walks out of the stall, her pretty face blushing slightly. You take in her toned body and ripe breasts, and her lithe legs shown off in a short skirt. You think back to what you heard her moaning a few moments ago and think to yourself that whoever she's fantasising about is a lucky man.

"I'm Mason Carter, Biology. Nice to meet you, ma'am." you say, not knowing what else to say.

Her eyes wander over your body, pausing briefly at the bulge of your erection. She smiles flirtatiously. "Monica. Monica Fulton. Nice to meet you, Mr. Carter. Say... Did you... Did you hear anything?" her eyes catch yours.

"No. I.. Of course not, what should I have heard?" you try to lie. Monica rises one eyebrow at the sight of your bulging cock and smiles again, this time with a lascivious quirk to her lips.

"Why Mr. Carter, I think I do need your help after all." she moves closer, leans herself against you and whispers in your ear. "Why bother telling a lie when your... cock...obviously tells the truth?" she speaks the word as if appreciating a delicious candy, licking her lips. Her hand moves towards your crotch, caressing it through the fabric. You close your eyes, enjoying the sensation for a moment, then wrap your arms around her, grab her by the ass and lift her up on the counter.

"You're right," you growl "why bother?" You press your lips on hers, biting her lip and impaling her mouth with your tongue. Your hands roam over her body as you press yourself against her. Her own hands are busy, unzipping you and reaching in the squeeze your stiff meat.

When you slide your hands up her thighs you discover she's wearing no panties. "Oh you dirty, dirty girl." you say in a husky voice and slide to your knees, uncaring that you might be interrupted by another teacher. You lap at her swollen wet pussy, the aroma of her arousal filling your nostril as she moans and grinds against you. Her fingers run through your hair and hold you close, her nectar wetting your face. You roughly push a finger between her petals, then another; fingerfucking her until she whimpers in excitement. You play with her, bringing her close to orgasm before pulling you fingers out.

"Beg me." you growl. "Beg me to fuck you. Beg me like you begged Kyle in your fantasy." You look at her with a smirk. Her pretty face glows with excited embarrassment.

"Fuck me." she whispers lewdly. "Fuck me, please!" That's it. You can't take anymore. You thrust your cock into her, hearing her moaning squeal as she throws her head back, her legs wrapping around your hips.

"That's it! Fuck me, fuck me harder! Oh God I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!" Her spasms spur yours and her tight wet cunt milks your cock as you explode into her. Breathing hard she clings onto you, resting her face on your neck.

Some sixth sense warns you of imminent danger and you pull out of her, zipping up your pants as she hops down off he counter and straightens her clothes as both of you hear footsteps approaching the bathroom door. By the time the door opens and your roommate walks in you think the two of you look almost normal.

"Hi Brian, have you met Monica Fulton? She teaches here," you ask as calmly as possible.