The milking

The initial chock passed, and when you came around the fact that this kind of behavior will probably become a frequent occurence in your new life, your dick was already out of your pant and between the fingers of the p.e. teacher. It wasnt particulary cold in the coffee, so maybe it was her who was on fire, because you feel like your skinn is burning wherever her finger touch you. Maybe it was the taboo of it, again, but not enough of your blood was in the upper part of your body for you to care.

"That's it Mr. Doe let me do all the work ~"

And you were more than happy to let her do her thing and resume your activity at keeping her in place, wich is no easy task either since she is jerking you off in quite the awkward position, holding her hot cup low enough to not burn the tip of your dick with it. If anything, this is quite the testament to her flexibility, and maybe the fact that she put so much effort into it for you does flatter your ego, if only by a large amount.

Thankfully for her, you didnt want to make this go on any longer, you were getting tired of maintening her in her position, so you could imagine how she felt, and she revealed to be way to skilled with her fingers anyway for you to drag it longer. Without a shred of shame, you cum, and with the ropes flying out of you, you here the sound they make when they meat the drink of the beautifull teacher on your lap.

"Wow, i didnt know a man could shoot out so much, did that really did it this much to you ?"

"More than i thought it would."

"Well please for the sake of my back, let's not do it too soon again."

Saying that, she really dont seems that exhausted by it, your knowledge of the previous, hum, world ? timeline ? let's say previous world. Your knowledge of her previous her tells you that she was a high class athlete, it still is the case here, but a bit more ... vague. Was she trained for something else too ?.. In anycase, your trail of thought derailed once more when she was done mixing her coffee and "milk" and drank it without flinching. It shouldnt taste anything near good, yet if you didnt know what she did to you, you'd think she is drinking the best coffee brew in this shop.

"With that taken care of, i have to assure the lesson of my class, or do you want to keep me with you ? If i tell it to the dean, she will autorise it."

"Autorise it huh ... No no, you have done more than enough to keep me company, you can go back Ms. Buns, next time let's do something else, maybe a movie ?"

"A movie you say ? I would love it Mr. Doe ! Then, may i ask where you will go after this ?"

"I didnt think about it, but i will probably go to work."

"Oh, then Grace will take care of you, i'm relieved."

Grace ?! That can't be possible you think. Yes, she was a coworker you had the great pleasure of working with. A rather skinny girl unbelievably strong and with a sens of fashion that could be compared to thoses "Emo" girl, but she couldnt possibly at work ! She ... She is dead !

( Quick heads-up, i use "your Schoolgirl Crush" to name the coworker, if you want to change her name)