Daydreaming in class

“Bend over the desk.”

I obeyed, accentuating the curve of my ass for him. Almost instantly I felt him flick my skirt up and peel my panties down my thighs, and I gasped as a cool breeze caressed my exposed slit.

The sound of a zipper came from behind me. “Ready?”

“Yes, Mr Ryker.”

I groaned as his huge dick pushed into me, filling the aching void of my pussy.

“Emily?”

“Yes, Mr Ryker?” I replied.

The young, black teacher scrutinized me for a moment, and I **** myself not to laugh. “You looked like you were zoning out, there.”

“Sorry, sir. Won’t happen again.”

He nodded, and turned back to the whiteboard. I heard a tiny chuckle from next to me, and I looked over to see Chrissie giggling silently.

“Busted,” she whispered.

“Fuck off,” I whispered back.

“Usual?”

“Fuck off!”

“Are you alright? You’ve been acting really weird all day,” she said.

I tried to put the thought of her boyfriend’s cock out of my mind. “Yeah, just … got some serious action last night,” I winked.

Chrissie rolled her eyes. “TMI.”

“You asked.” I paused for a moment, then asked, “Hey, have you ever done anal?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Uh, why?”

I shrugged.

“No. Have you?”

I hesitated for a moment.