Test the Runes

Free Tuesday afternoon and an evil thought comes to you. If these runes hidden on your office walls do work, then what can’t you do in your office anonymously? You just need to test it first.

As the girls stream from your classroom, you beckon Brianna to you.

“Brianna, you’re free this afternoon?” Brianna nods. “Could you come to my office at 2? I want to discuss your drawings.”

“Yes, sir.” You can see the desire in her brown eyes.

You then send a message to Kelly, asking her to see you at 2:10. The door will be locked, and she should wait in the classroom. She should also message when she gets to the classroom.

At 1:55 Brianna knocks on your office door. “You wanted to see me, sir.”

“Yes, Brianna, come in.” You get up, point her to the chair, then move to the office door, shut it and lock it. Your hands are shaking with your desire.

“I saw how you were looking at me in the last lesson, Brianna. You want me to fuck you again, don’t you?” She’s so excited she can’t speak, so just nods vigorously. “Through the whole lesson all I could think about is fucking you again.”

She sat but now she’s standing. You pull her to you and kiss, drowning yourself in her smell, in the feel of her body pressed against you, in the feel of her lips mashed against yours, in the dance of your tongues duelling. Your hands roam her body, running through her golden red hair, sliding down her back, lifting her skirt and squeezing her panty covered ass cheeks. Her hands roam your body in turn, gripping your shoulders, ruffling your shirt, cupping your ass, squeezing its cheeks. When you break, you’re both panting. Because of your held breath as you kissed, or because of your desire, it doesn’t matter.

You want her. You want to fuck her. But you can’t fuck her yet. Kelly has to be in the classroom before you fuck her. Yet every sinew of your body wants to be buried inside her right now.

To delay the inevitable, you fumble to open her white blouse. She follows suit, clumsily unlocking your shirt. As you push aside her bra and release her wonderful full globes, she runs her hands over your bare chest. Her touch tickles and drives you wild. Then they’re lower, unbuckling your trousers, pulling out your cock, and when it’s released you know you won’t be able to resist much longer. You know precisely how it feels to fuck Brianna, and you want to reexperience it.

She manages to quell your actions by dropping to a crouch and sliding your solid manhood into her throat. She engulfs as much as she can. She sucks with vigour. You can feel the back of her mouth, the start of her throat. You feel her start to gag and try to hold on. Saliva bubbles from her lips, cascades down your erect phallus. Her face turns as red as her hair. Only then does she pull out, gasping. You want to lean in and kiss her. But after a few gasps she returns your cock to her throat.

Then your phone pings. Kelly’s sent a message “Here.” You send a reply “Wait.” Then put the phone down. Lift Brianna from your dick. Spin her round, so her back is to you. Raise one of her knees, so it’s resting on the desk. Push her back so her ass points towards you. Lift her skirt. Push aside the panties to reveal her dripping, needy slit. Line yourself up. And bury yourself inside her.

Brianna tries to muffle her moan.

“What are you doing?”

“Got to keep quiet,” she mutters.

“Why keep quiet. Don’t you want the world to know you’re having the best fuck of your life? Don’t you want the world to know who’s fucking you? Who owns your pussy?”

“Teacher owns my pussy,” she agrees. “Teacher is the best. He fills me. So deep. So good. Oh..,”

Each time she utters a sentence you thrust in, until she’s moaning with the thrusts. You pull her arms behind her, wrap your own arms to keep them there, and use them as the pivot to hold her still, while you thrust deeper and deeper and longer and longer and harder and harder.

“Is this what you were thinking of during class?” you ask.

“Yes. Yes, it was.”

“Is this how you imagined it during class?”

“No, this is better. This is so much better.”

“Can teacher use you like this whenever he wants?”

“Yes, yes, he can. Teacher owns my pussy. Mr Smith owns my pussy.”

Her orgasm turns her words incoherent. You don’t care. You carry on thrusting, through her moans, through her spasming pussy, until your own is reached, and you fire your load inside her accompanied by your own incoherent grunts.

That should be enough noise to test the runes. Kelly should have heard everything, unless the runes worked.