Reclaiming the office...

It was one of her earlier and tamer fantasies, but still one of her favorites. She’d masturbated to it half a dozen times in her shower. So much so that just the act of thinking about it got her juices flowing.

Every night between the end of school and cheerleading practice, there was half an hour, when Mrs. Jackson (the cheerleading coach) took a liquid lunch break, leaving her office empty. Early in her cheerleading career, being summoned to the office had been a good thing, it meant praise, but as Nicole had…developed and Mrs. Jackson had started taking Tequila with her beer, being summoned to the office was a warning of humiliation to come.

In this fantasy, she snuck into the office after Mrs. Jackson had gone for her drink break and stripped down to her birthday suit. Then she fucked herself on the coach’s desk, using everything from the bitch’s pom-poms, to that ridiculous “spirit stick” to get herself off, quickly and messily all over the office.

There was a large drawing of herself, with the “spirit stick” shoved an improbable length up her pussy.

Just the thought of turning that place of humiliation into a place of ecstasy got her juices flowing. Mark’s heavy breathing as he read it over her shoulder didn’t help matters, especially since it was more than matched by her own inability to catch her breath.

Arousal and impatience combined into an intense desire to grab her tutor and fuck him, right there. Another part of her longed to run to the shower where she could thrust her fingers into her already dripping cunt until she finally road out the orgasm, humping her own fingers.