Hand over head

He is too close to blowing his load. I stroke faster. In less than a minute I feel his balls tighten up and as soon as I feel that first quiver I let go and scoot back, landing on my bottom.

The view is a little different when you aren’t right on top of it and watching him erupt was mesmerizing. He opened his eyes after his cock finished pulsing.

He looks quite satisfied. Oblivious to the blobs and ropes of cum on his clothes and his chair, he turns to his computer and changes my grade to an A.

I look at him dumbfounded. He points to the corner by the door – “Trench coat and cleaning wipes. No one will ever know.

He says, “Miss Gailliard, thank you and enjoy the rest of your day.”

I stand up, grab my stuff and head out the door. I glance back long enough to see him still sitting there, exposed for all the world to see. The hall is empty though, so I guess he’s probably okay. Now I have to wonder how often he does this sort of thing after school.

I walk down the hall to the front of the school and turn the corner. The hallway is empty except for Horace who apparently is afraid to wait outside for his ride. I have never heard him speak, so hearing his voice for the first time is a shock.

“Hi Riley, how did you do?”

I figure I can shock him too. I tell him my grade. He doesn’t say anything. Then I get an idea in my head because there is something wrong with my head. If I’m not mistaken, this won’t take long.

I grab the waist of Horace’s pants and his underwear with one hand and stick my other hand down the inside front of his underwear. As expected, just smelling me is enough to get him hard. I stroke his cock. My god he is big.

He tries to pull away. I whisper in his ear “Just let me finish, otherwise you’re going to blow a hole through your pants. He relents and I even move one of his hands up to my breasts. Underneath my shirt.

It’s a monsoon of stimulation for him and not thirty seconds later I feel his cock stiffen, and then the hot sticky mess is coating the inside of my palm. True to my word, there is no visual indication on his pants and no embarrassment for him. He pulls his hand out and runs to the men’s room anyway. I head into the ladies room to wash my hands.

I head out the front door. My work here is done.