The hero academic

Summary

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When the shy, ugly college student, Kristen, can't stop masturbating in the faculty bathroom stalls and her professor knows.

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Kristen's Secret

Kristen couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something about the way her classmates' eyes lingered on her as she stood to leave the lecture hall. She felt a familiar warmth spreading through her body, a tingling that traveled from the pit of her stomach all the way to her aching breasts. She adjusted her glasses, hoping to mask the blush creeping up her cheeks, and made a beeline for her favorite sanctuary: the faculty's public bathroom.

Once safely behind the locked door of her chosen stall, Kristen let out a shuddering breath. It was always the same routine—those moments of unwanted attention igniting an undeniable need within her. Her hands trembled slightly as she unbuttoned her uniform blouse, exposing the generous swell of her breasts. She marveled at their size, still somewhat oblivious to the effect they had on everyone around her.

Her fingers instinctively sought out her inverted nipples, hidden treasures that required a gentle coaxing to reveal themselves. She loved this part, the delicate play of her fingers as they pressed and prodded, teasing the stubborn nubs until they began to emerge. Kristen let out a soft moan as her nipples grew, the sensation both familiar and intensely erotic.

As they slowly extended, her slick areolas glistened under the fluorescent lights, coated with a wetness that seemed to come from deep inside her. Her nipples, now standing proudly like small, stiff cocks, pulsed and throbbed, each gentle tug sending ripples of pleasure through her body. And then there was the milk—thick, creamy, and sweet—dribbling from her swollen tips. She wasn't sure why her body responded this way, why she leaked like a nursing mother, but the sight of it only fueled her arousal.

With each drop that fell, Kristen's desire intensified. Her free hand wandered lower, slipping beneath her school-girl skirt to find the damp heat waiting there. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans, but the sensation was overwhelming. It was as if every eye that had watched her leave the lecture hall was still on her, even her professor, feeding her secret fantasies as she lost herself to the rhythm of her own touch.

Kristen's breath hitched as her fingers danced over her modest clit, her other hand plunging inside her wet heat with a steady, practiced rhythm. The dual sensations were intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her breasts, already heavy and sensitive, seemed to react to the air itself, becoming redder and more engorged with every passing moment. The flow of thick milk increased, each droplet a testament to her unchecked arousal.

The bathroom was silent save for the soft, rhythmic sounds of Kristen's movements and her occasional, breathy moans. She was vaguely aware that someone might enter at any moment, but the thrill of potential discovery only heightened her excitement. Her nipples ached, swollen and demanding attention, the kind only her hands could provide. Yet, she resisted, knowing the inevitable consequence of indulging them.

Her mind drifted back to the last time she'd given in to their demands, the hours spent lost in a haze of ecstasy, forgetting everything but the insistent pull of pleasure. She couldn't let that happen again, not today. But the temptation was almost too much to bear. Each throb of her nipples was like a siren's call, urging her to abandon reason and dive headfirst into bliss.

Kristen's resolve wavered as the pressure built within her, her body teetering on the brink of release. She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on the sensations below, trying to ignore the insistent, needy cries of her hard nipples. Her breathing quickened, her hips rocking in time with her hand, chasing the release she so desperately needed. The thought of her classmates, still sitting in the lecture hall, blissfully unaware of her current predicament, only spurred her on.

Finally, with a strangled cry, Kristen surrendered to the waves crashing over her, her body convulsing in a sweet, agonizing climax. Her milk flowed freely now, a testament to her release, her need momentarily sated. As she caught her breath, she opened her eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. But it wasn't over.

She found herself in a predicament she hadn't anticipated. Her nipples remained stubbornly erect, hard as rocks and utterly unyielding. She glanced down at her blouse, knowing there was no way she could button it up without those lewd peaks straining against the fabric, drawing every eye to her chest. The fact that she eschewed bras only compounded the issue, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Her heart skipped a beat as the bathroom door creaked open, the sound echoing ominously in the otherwise silent space. Panic set in as she realized she wasn't alone, her mind racing with the implications. Her milk, which had been a slow, steady trickle, now seemed to take on a life of its own, dribbling out thicker and splattering onto the tiled floor. Each drop was a betrayal, a clear signal that something was amiss in her stall.

Kristen held her breath, willing the intruder to hurry up and leave. But as the seconds ticked by, her anxiety grew alongside her arousal. Her nipples throbbed painfully, a relentless reminder of her predicament. She was acutely aware that if she gave in and touched them, even for a moment, her arousal would spike, and there would be no turning back.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, a cocktail of panic and desire coursing through her veins. She needed to do something, anything, to stem the tide of milk and the rising tide of her need. But she couldn't move, rooted to the spot by the fear of discovery. The presence of the other person felt oppressive, their very existence a barrier to her relief.

Kristen's resolve was slipping, and she bit her lip to stifle a whimper. She prayed silently for the stranger to finish quickly, her mind a cacophony of desperate thoughts. How long would this take? How much longer could she endure the throbbing, the insistent pulse of her nipples begging for attention? She was caught in a tantalizing limbo, a prisoner of her own desires, waiting for freedom.

The moment the bathroom door swung shut behind the departing stranger, Kristen let out a shaky breath. Relief washed over her, quickly followed by the insistent pull of her neglected arousal. She couldn't resist any longer. Her hands moved almost of their own accord,

reaching up to grasp her aching nipples, slick and dripping with the evidence of her body's need.

The instant her fingers made contact, a jolt of pleasure shot through her, causing her to gasp. Her pussy swelled in response, the heat between her legs intensifying as she gave in to the tactile ecstasy. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, squeezing and tugging as if they were tiny, sensitive cocks. The milk coating her fingers was warm and thick, adding a delicious slickness to every movement.

Kristen's hips bucked involuntarily, her body responding to the overpowering sensations. She was teetering on the edge, her mind a haze of pleasure and desperation. And then, as she squeezed her nipples harder, they erupted, a spray of milky fluid splattering across the stall door in front of her. The sight, the sound, the sheer release of it pushed her over the precipice.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she came hard, squirting and pissing in rhythmic pulses in the toilet that left her panting and breathless. The intensity was blinding, her cries echoing softly in the now-empty bathroom. She rode the waves of pleasure until they receded, leaving her trembling and spent.

Kristen hastily buttoned her damp blouse, her fingers fumbling with the fabric as her nipples remained defiantly hard, pressing against the thin material. Despite her best efforts, they continued to leak, creating dark spots that spread across her chest. Panic set in as she realized she couldn't stay in the bathroom any longer. She had to get out, had to find the solace of her dorm room where she could deal with her body's relentless demands in privacy.

With a quick glance around to ensure the coast was clear, Kristen dashed out of the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest. Her nipples were a constant reminder of her predicament, each step a tantalizing friction that only served to heighten her arousal. She hardly noticed the world around her as she made her way back to her dorm, missing the rest of her lecture without a second thought.

Once inside her room, she slammed the door shut, her breath coming in rapid, shallow gasps. She was alone, finally free to indulge in the release her body craved. Without hesitation, she squatted on the floor, spreading her legs wide beneath her tiny skirt, the fabric bunching around her hips. The run back had only served to chafe her further, and as soon as she assumed the position, a gush of fluid and piss spilled from her, soaking the entry mat beneath her.

In a frenzy, Kristen tore open her blouse, the buttons popping free as she exposed her huge heaving breasts. Her nipples were massive, erect and pulsing almost purple with the need to be touched. Milk flowed freely from them, and she couldn't hold back any longer. Her hands flew to her chest, squeezing and pulling at the stiff peaks like udders, each firm tug sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her.

Her climax came swiftly, overwhelming in its intensity. She squirted and pissed hard, her body convulsing as she cried out an "Ahn", collapsing onto the floor in a breathless heap. Milk and arousal mingled, creating a slick, fragrant pool around her as she lay there, spent and sated. Kristen's chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, her mind blissfully blank, her body finally at peace after the storm of sensation.

Kristen awoke much later, her body feeling sticky and uncomfortable from the aftermath of her intense release. Her nipples, once so prominently demanding attention, had receded back into their usual shy state, hidden beneath the swell of her breasts. She sighed, knowing she'd need to clean up, and headed to the shower.

As the warm water cascaded over her skin, washing away the evidence of her earlier escapades, Kristen took a moment to explore her body with a newfound curiosity. Her hands wandered to her breasts, lathering them gently, her fingers tracing the contours of her soft, plump areolas. She was intrigued by their unique texture, resembling soft lips when not aroused, and wondered just how deep they could go.

With a tentative press of her finger to her left nipple, she felt a jolt of sensation that made her gasp. It was as if her nipple was a secret chamber, ready to be explored and teased into awakening. As she probed deeper, she could sense the soft mound inside her areola beginning to harden, responding to her touch with a familiar pulse.

Her other hand instinctively sought out her clit, and she found herself caught in a delicious duality of pleasure. It was a revelation—realizing she could stimulate her nipple almost as if she were fingering a pussy. The sensation was intoxicating, made all the more intense by the warm water cascading around her, mingling with the milk that began to leak from her excited nipple.

Driven by this discovery, Kristen continued to finger her nipple, feeling it push out with growing insistence, until finally, with a forceful pop, it emerged fully erect. Milk streamed from the tip, a steady flow that was both surprising and exhilarating. The sight, combined with the sensation of her own touch, was enough to drive her to the edge once more.

Kristen stood in the shower, her body alive with sensations that she could no longer ignore. The steam enveloped her, creating a cocoon of warmth and privacy where she could indulge without fear of interruption. Her right hand moved with purpose, welcoming heat of her pussy. Her fingers danced over her sensitive folds, seeking out the sweet spot that made her breath hitch with every touch.

Her left hand, meanwhile, was still occupied with the deliciously hard nipple that had emerged from its sheath, standing proudly like a testament to her arousal. She stroked it with a feather-light touch at first, savoring the way it responded, growing firmer, harder, with each pass of her fingertips. The sensation was electric, her body attuned to this dual assault of pleasure.

As her fingers plunged deeper into her pussy, Kristen's pace quickened, her body responding with fervent urgency. She could feel her g-spot swell beneath her touch, each stroke sending ripples of ecstasy through her core. Her left nipple, demanding attention, was now fully hard and erect at a glorious 3" size, a mirror to her burgeoning desire. She squeezed and tugged at it, coaxing it to leak its creamy essence, mixing with the water cascading over her skin.

She was a lewd sight—this shy, lonely college girl, lost in the throes of her own need, her body a vessel of desire seeking release. Her fingers moved faster, pressing harder, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she neared the precipice. The pleasure between her legs

was overwhelming, a tidal wave building inside her, ready to crash over her in a blinding crescendo.

And then it happened. Her body tensed, a high pitched, girlish, cry escaping her lips as she spread her legs and her orgasm tore through her. She squirted with such force it bordered on pain, her fluids mingling with the shower water, spiraling down the drain in a torrent. Her nipple dribbled its own thick creamy offering in buckets, joining the cascade, as she rode and bucked out the waves of her climax, pissing and ejaculating girl cum. Every fibre of her being was caught in the exquisite dance of release.

Spent and breathless, Kristen leaned against the cool tile, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm still dribbling down her legs. The shower continued to rain down on her, washing away the physical evidence of her indulgence, but it couldn't cleanse the thoughts swirling in her mind. This wasn't her—not the version of herself she had always known. She was supposed to be quiet, meek, gentle, unbothered by these lewd pleasures that seemed to have taken over her life. Yet, here she was, consumed by desires that defied her own expectations.

As she stood there, catching her breath, Kristen felt a strange mix of shame and liberation. Her body had betrayed her in the most deliciously scandalous way, revealing depths of longing she hadn't realized existed. It was as though her physical self had taken on a life of its own, demanding attention and fulfillment despite her attempts to suppress it.

The realization was both unsettling and thrilling. She had always thought of herself as the shy, quiet girl who blended into the background, unlikely to stir any controversy or draw any attention. And yet, her body had other ideas, awakening to a world of sensations that she could no longer ignore. It was a dichotomy she couldn't quite reconcile—the person she believed she was versus the one her body insisted on becoming.

Kristen knew she was at a crossroads. She could continue to fight this burgeoning aspect of herself, trying to fit the mold she had always adhered to. Or she could embrace it, explore the boundaries of her own pleasure, and see where this newfound path might lead her. The thought was daunting, yet liberating. For the first time, she allowed herself to consider the possibility that maybe—just maybe—there was more to her than she had ever imagined.

To be continued...

Miss Blake's Propriety

Chapter Summary

When Miss Blake catches Kristen in the bathroom, she can't suppress it any longer.

Miss Blake had always prided herself on maintaining a strict professional demeanor, a pillar of integrity and discipline in the academic world. So when she heard the unmistakable sounds of pleasure coming from the bathroom, she felt a mix of disbelief and indignation. It was unmistakably Kristen, the shy girl she had noticed in class before, often catching her in moments of self-touching, seemingly unaware of the world around her. But this—this was beyond anything Miss Blake had expected.

As she entered the bathroom, the sounds ceased abruptly, leaving only the quiet echoes of her footsteps. She took the stall next to Kristen's, trying to steady her breath as she sat. But the evidence of the girl's actions was undeniable; the floor of the neighboring stall was slick with white fluid, a testament to the lewdness that had taken place.

Appalled, Miss Blake felt her cheeks flush with a mix of anger and something else she couldn't quite identify. How dare a student engage in such obscene behavior in a public space? Yet, as she tried to compose herself, she couldn't ignore the strange sensation growing in the pit of her stomach. It was as if a dormant part of her was awakening, responding to the scene she'd stumbled upon.

After composing herself as best she could, she left the stall, but lingered just outside the bathroom door, listening as Kristen resumed her fervent activity. The girl's yelps were animalistic, raw and unrestrained, echoing in the tiled room. Miss Blake felt a shiver run down her spine, a mixture of repulsion and something dangerously akin to curiosity. Unable to bear it any longer, she returned to her classroom, trying to suppress whatever was bubbling inside her.

But the memory lingered, haunting her thoughts long after the class had ended. Alone in her home that evening, Miss Blake couldn't shake the image of Kristen in the throes of pleasure, the rawness of her cries. Something stirred within her, an unfamiliar yearning that both intrigued and frightened her. She tried to dismiss it, to banish the thoughts as inappropriate, but they persisted, a tantalizing whisper that hinted at desires she had long buried beneath layers of propriety. Miss Blake found herself at a crossroads, facing an internal conflict between the staunch educator she presented to the world and the hidden facets of her own desires, awakened by the audacity of her student.

Miss Blake sat in her quiet home, the image of Kristen in the bathroom replaying in her mind with an almost maddening clarity. She was a professional, a woman of discipline and order, yet there was something about that shy, awkward student that stirred something primal within

her. It wasn't just the audacity of Kristen's public display that lingered in Miss Blake's thoughts, but the strange allure it held, the rawness of it.

As these thoughts swirled, Miss Blake felt an undeniable reaction from her hidden secret, a part of herself she kept meticulously concealed beneath layers of professionalism. Her secret penis, usually restrained and controlled, began to throb with interest, pushing insistently against the confines of her incredibly tight pencil skirt. The fabric strained as her arousal grew, driven by the mental images of disciplining Kristen, of showing her just how shameful her behavior had been.

Driven by this need, Miss Blake found herself rummaging through her closet, her fingers closing around the familiar leather of her whip. There was a certain catharsis in its weight, a promise of control and release. She needed this, a way to channel the confusing mix of emotions Kristen had stirred in her.

With deliberate care, she began to tap her own ass, feeling the sharp, satisfying sting as the whip connected with her skin. Each strike left a red mark, a testament to her own desires and the fantasies she entertained about taking Kristen in hand, figuratively and literally. Her cock swelled with each thought, growing to its full, impressive length, a testament to the depth of her arousal.

Miss Blake lay back on her bed, legs spread wide, her massive erection jutting proudly into the air. She fluttered the whip around it, teasing herself with the promise of satisfaction. The sensation was electric, each touch sending shivers through her body, coaxing her cock to its full 15 inches. She imagined Kristen before her, the ugly girl's shy eyes wide behind her glasses with a mix of fear and anticipation, and the thought only fueled her further.

Here, in the privacy of her own home, Miss Blake allowed herself to indulge in the fantasy, to explore the boundaries of her own desires that had been so unexpectedly awakened. Her mind was a whirl of possibilities, of what it would mean to take control, to discipline and teach in ways she had never dared to before. The shameful allure of it all was intoxicating, and she surrendered to it, if only for this solitary, stolen moment.

Miss Blake lay sprawled across her bed, the soft leather of the whip in her hand, the mere thought of Kristen sending a thrill through her entire body. Her mind wandered back to the bathroom, to the sight of the white fluid pooling on the floor of the stall. The audacity of it, the sheer obscenity, had ignited something fierce and unyielding within her.

As she imagined Kristen on her knees, forced to clean up the evidence of her own shame, Miss Blake's arousal reached an intoxicating peak. She envisioned the girl's wide, innocent eyes looking up at her, a mix of submission and humiliation etched across her features. It was a delicious fantasy, one that made her cock twitch with need, pulsing with every beat of her heart.

The whip in her hand danced across her flesh, teasing her erection with gentle slaps that left a tingling trail of sensation in their wake. Each strike was a reminder of the control she longed to exert, the discipline she was so eager to enforce. The thought of Kristen obeying her commands, licking the floor clean as punishment, sent a shiver of pleasure racing up her spine.

Lost in the fantasy, Miss Blake rolled her eyes back, surrendering to the potent mix of power and desire. Her hand moved with purpose, finally gripping her cock with a firm, decisive hold. The sensation was electric, her palm hot against the throbbing flesh, and she couldn't suppress the loud moan that escaped her lips.

In this private moment, she allowed herself to indulge completely, her mind awash with visions of Kristen, of what could be if she ever dared to act on these forbidden thoughts. Each stroke, each slap of the whip, was a step deeper into a world where her fantasies reigned supreme, where she could be both teacher and disciplinarian, guiding her wayward student back to the path of propriety, however unorthodox the method.

Miss Blake's mind was a whirlwind of dominating thoughts, each one more intoxicating than the last. She imagined Kristen, that shy and seemingly innocent student, brought to her knees, forced to confront the shame of her lewd behavior at school. The girl needed to be taught a lesson, a thorough punishment to correct her wayward tendencies.

"You should be ashamed, Kristen," Miss Blake murmured to herself, her voice low and commanding, echoing in the quiet of her bedroom. "Parading around with such wanton disregard for decency. It's time someone taught you proper etiquette, showed you what it means to be truly disciplined."

In her mind's eye, Miss Blake saw the scene unfold with vivid clarity. Kristen, eyes cast downward, compliant and obedient, as Miss Blake delivered her punishment. She envisioned the girl lapping up her own mess from the bathroom floor, her expression a mix of humiliation and reluctant acceptance. It was a necessary lesson, one that would teach Kristen to control her urges, to respect the sanctity of their academic environment.

"Yes, you will learn, Kristen," Miss Blake continued, her grip tightening around her throbbing cock. "I'll straighten you out, show you what it means to submit to authority." Her voice was a silky promise, each word dripping with the power she wielded.

As the fantasy deepened, Miss Blake imagined her stiletto heel pressing gently but firmly against Kristen's head, a physical manifestation of her dominance. The girl would have no choice but to obey, to continue her shameful task until Miss Blake deemed her lesson complete.

The thought of exerting such control, of molding Kristen into a model of decorum and propriety, was exhilarating. Miss Blake reveled in the power of her fantasy, the juxtaposition of punishment and redemption, knowing that in this moment, she held complete sway over her imagination and desires.

Miss Blake's imagination ran wild as she stroked herself harder, each movement fueled by the fantasy of disciplining Kristen. Her voice, low and commanding, filled the room as she spoke aloud, admonishing the imagined presence of her wayward student. "You shouldn't be doing these sort of obscene things in school, Kristen," she murmured, her words punctuated by the rhythmic motion of her hand. "Not when Miss Blake is around. You have a professor to teach you the proper way to behave."

The idea of Kristen's shy, girlish voice pleading for forgiveness sent a thrill through Miss Blake, increasing her urgency. She could almost hear it, the soft, breathy tones filled with a mix of fear and contrition, as the girl begged for mercy. It was a sound that resonated deep within her, spurring her on as she embraced the delightful pain of her own desires.

With each stroke, Miss Blake's grip tightened, digging into her cock with just the right amount of pressure to blur the line between pleasure and pain. She imagined the weight of her stiletto pressing against Kristen's head, a physical reminder of the authority she wielded. It was intoxicating, this vision of control and correction, and it drove her into a frenzy.

"You will learn, Kristen," she continued, her voice now a fervent whisper. "I'll teach you the proper way to do things, to respect yourself and those around you." The words were almost a mantra, each syllable aligning with the rhythm of her hand as she chased the release that loomed ever closer.

In this moment, Miss Blake was both professor and disciplinarian, the architect of her own desires and fantasies. The thought of molding Kristen into a better version of herself, of guiding her with firm but fair hands, was a potent mix of power and responsibility. It pushed Miss Blake to the edge, her body and mind caught in the throes of a fantasy that was both thrilling and forbidden.

Miss Blake's fantasies reached a fever pitch, her mind awash with the vivid imagery of Kristen's submission. She picked up the whip once more, its familiar weight a comforting promise of control and discipline. With a deliberate flick of her wrist, she slapped the leather against her own balls hard, the sharp sting a delightful counterpoint to the pleasure coursing through her.

In her mind's eye, she released the pressure of her stiletto from Kristen's head, granting the girl permission to rise. Kristen's reluctance was palpable, her eyes wide and uncertain as she looked up at Miss Blake. But there was no room for hesitation here, no allowance for defiance.

"Now, suck my massive cock, you stupid whore," Miss Blake envisioned herself commanding, her voice a low, authoritative growl. The words rolled off her tongue with an intoxicating mix of dominance and desire, each syllable imbued with the power she held.

In the fantasy, Kristen hesitated, her shy demeanor warring with the command. But Miss Blake was unyielding, pushing her enormous cock towards the girl's quiet mouth. The thought of breaching that hesitance, of asserting her authority so completely, sent a thrill through her.

She imagined the moment Kristen's lips parted, the reluctant acceptance giving way to obedience under her guidance. The fantasy was potent and all-consuming, the idea of molding Kristen into her desires electrifying.

As her imagination reached its crescendo, Miss Blake whispered the words she longed to hear, the affirmation of her power and Kristen's submission. "Good girl," she murmured, the phrase a benediction as her own release washed over her, the culmination of her fantasies and

the satisfaction of her needs. It was a moment of pure indulgence, a private escape into the depths of her own desires.

Miss Blake's fantasies took on a life of their own, the vivid imagery consuming her as she stroked herself with increasing fervor. Her mind was filled with the sensation of Kristen's soft mouth, the warmth and hesitance giving way to compliance under her firm guidance. The thought of asserting such dominance, of teaching Kristen the lesson she so clearly needed, was intoxicating.

"That's right, you whore," she imagined herself saying, her voice dripping with authority and a hint of disdain. "This is your punishment. It's what you deserve after making me catch you in that bathroom." The words were harsh, but in the realm of fantasy, they were a manifestation of her need to control, to discipline.

With each imagined thrust into Kristen's mouth, Miss Blake's grip on her cock tightened, her strokes becoming more aggressive. The fantasy was all-encompassing, the lines between reality and desire blurring as she indulged in the power of her own creation.

"You need to be taught a lesson, you stupid ugly bitch," she continued, the words a relentless cadence in her mind. "Now suck harder." The command was absolute, a reflection of her unwavering dominance.

As her arousal reached its peak, Miss Blake's hands worked in tandem, stroking her cock with a rhythmic intensity that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her. The precum flowed thick and full, a testament to her body's response to the fantasy she had crafted.

In this private moment, Miss Blake was both master and creator, indulging in the depths of her desires with unabashed fervor. The power, the control, the sheer audacity of her imagination were a heady mix, sending her spiraling towards a release that was as inevitable as it was satisfying.

Miss Blake's fantasies reached their crescendo, her body trembling with the intensity of her imagined scenario. As she pumped her cock with both hands, the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak, her mind flooded with the image of Kristen gagging on her massive length, struggling to take her as commanded.

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the vivid tableau in her mind. "Oh god! Take it. Gag on it, Kristen," she heard herself scream, the words echoing in the space around her. "You should feel every inch, you ugly little cunt." Her voice was a mix of authority and raw desire, each syllable punctuated by the relentless motion of her hands.

Her climax was explosive, ropes of cum shooting from her cock in powerful, unending waves. The walls bore the evidence of her release, a testament to the sheer force of her indulgence. Each pulse was accompanied by her cries, a symphony of dominance and satisfaction.

"Look what you're doing to your Miss Blake," she gasped, her breath ragged as her body continued to convulse with pleasure. "This is unacceptable." The words were a declaration, a final acknowledgment of the fantasy that had consumed her.

In this moment, Miss Blake surrendered completely to the allure of her own desires, the fantasy of disciplining Kristen a potent mix of power and release. Her climax seemed never- ending, each wave of pleasure a reminder of the boundaries she had dared to cross in the sanctuary of her own mind.

As Miss Blake's climax finally began to subside, her cock continued to pulse, expelling the last remnants of her pent-up desire. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body awash with the afterglow of an entire month's worth of restrained sexual energy. It was a release she hadn't anticipated, triggered so unexpectedly by the thought of Kristen and the fantasy that had consumed her.

Yet, as the waves of pleasure ebbed away, a creeping sense of shame began to settle over her. The reality of her actions hit her with the force of a cold wave, and she was immediately filled with a sense of guilt and self-reproach. What had she allowed herself to become, even in the privacy of her own home?

"This is completely unacceptable," she murmured to herself, the words a mantra of denial as she moved to clean up the evidence of her indulgence. Each swipe of the cloth felt like a symbolic erasure of the fantasy that had taken hold of her so fiercely.

With determination, Miss Blake strapped her now-soft cock back into its chastity belt, the familiar restraint a comfort and a reminder of the control she needed to maintain. She locked it securely, hoping it would remain that way forever, a safeguard against the unacceptable release she had just experienced.

Dressed once more in her professional attire, Miss Blake took a moment to compose herself, smoothing down her clothes and straightening her posture. She was a woman of discipline, of propriety, and she would not allow these thoughts to surface again. She vowed to herself that this would be the last time she indulged in such fantasies, a promise she intended to keep with every fiber of her being. The episode with Kristen was to be forgotten, locked away as tightly as her desires, never to see the light of day again.

Kristen's Caught

The next day, Kristen found herself back in Miss Blake's classroom, trying to focus on the lecture. But her attention drifted, as it often did, to her professor. Miss Blake's presence was commanding, and today, Kristen's gaze seemed fixated on the sway of her hips, the way her skirt hugged her form as she moved about the room.

Absentmindedly, Kristen pushed the tip of her pen against her nipple, a habit she had developed without realizing it. The sensation was light at first, just a tickle, but it was enough to coax her left nipple into responding. It wasn't until she felt it pop out with a vigor she hadn't anticipated that she squirmed in her seat, a flush creeping up her cheeks.

Mortified, she quickly covered her chest, trying to hide the evidence of her arousal under her blouse. This was not the time or place for such reactions, especially not with Miss Blake's eyes seemingly landing on her more often than usual. It was as if the professor could sense her turmoil, her gaze a constant reminder of the discipline Kristen so desperately needed to maintain.

Despite her best efforts, Kristen's condition worsened, the pressure building inside her making it impossible to concentrate. She needed relief, but with Miss Blake's watchful eye, getting excused to the bathroom felt impossible. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she managed to slip away, her heart pounding in her chest.

Once inside the privacy of the bathroom stall, Kristen feverishly unbuttoned her blouse, her fingers trembling with urgency. She needed to touch, to release the pressure that had become unbearable. Her left nipple, now fully engorged, begged for attention, and she grasped it with the same fervor she might use on a lover.

Standing over the toilet, she began to milk her nipple, the creamy fluid flowing freely into the bowl. The obscenity of it all—the public place, the illicit nature of her actions—only served to heighten her arousal. It was wrong, she knew, but in that moment, it was exactly what she needed. The relief was immediate, her body responding to the release with shudders of satisfaction, even as her mind screamed at the impropriety of it all.

Kristen's arousal surged through her like an unstoppable wave, her body responding in ways she couldn't control. As she focused on coaxing relief from her left nipple, her right nipple began to swell and emerge from its sheath as well, demanding equal attention. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that left her breathless and trembling.

Compelled by the intensity of her need, Kristen spread her legs wide over the toilet, grateful for the lack of underwear that allowed her such freedom. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, heightening her sensitivity as she reached for both nipples, her fingers deftly teasing and tugging at the sensitive buds.

Her body moved of its own accord, bucking into the air as the dual assault of sensations took her to the brink. Each pull on her nipples sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her, her

breasts yielding their creamy essence to the demands of her touch. The milky streams flowed freely, mingling with the water below, a testament to her body's uninhibited response.

It was too much, too fast, and Kristen felt herself tip over the edge into a powerful orgasm. Her pussy quivered and contracted, releasing a gush of piss and juices that splashed into the toilet beneath her. The sheer force of her climax was exhilarating, a release so profound that it left her gasping for breath, her body alight with the aftershocks of pleasure.

In the privacy of the bathroom stall, Kristen allowed herself to surrender completely to the moment, the boundaries of propriety and shame dissolving in the face of such overwhelming need.

Out of breath and still reeling from the intensity of her release, Kristen leaned against the stall wall, trying to regain her composure. Yet, despite the momentary relief, her nipples remained defiantly hard, persistently aching. Frustration bubbled within her as she flicked at them, her whispers of admonishment echoing softly in the enclosed space. "You lewd things," she berated them, attempting to will them back into submission.

But each flick only served to fan the flames of her arousal once more, and Kristen found herself spiraling back into that tantalizing state of need. This time, though, it wasn't just the physical sensation that drove her—it was the unexpected image of Miss Blake that flickered into her mind, unbidden and all-consuming.

Miss Blake, with her striking presence, became the focal point of Kristen's thoughts. The way she wore that tight leather dress, every curve and contour accentuated for all the class to see, was suddenly irresistible. Kristen's mind wandered to the professor's blonde hair, perfectly coiffed into a tight bun, and those cat-eye glasses that framed her face with an air of authority and allure.

It was the details that drove Kristen to distraction: Miss Blake's thick, bright red lips, so plump and inviting; the way her breasts strained against the confines of her white blouse, the buttons seeming to struggle to keep her voluptuousness in check. This image, once merely observed, now danced provocatively in Kristen's mind, igniting a fire she hadn't realized was there.

The realization was maddening, a new layer of complexity added to her already tangled emotions. Kristen's heart raced at the thought of Miss Blake, the allure of her presence, the forbidden nature of her growing obsession. It was a heady mix of frustration and desire, leaving Kristen both bewildered and ensnared in the throes of her own awakening fantasies.

Kristen found herself straddling the toilet, her body positioned in a way that was both vulnerable and liberating. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, leaving her completely exposed as she faced the wall. The cool air in the bathroom brushed against her skin, sending shivers up her spine and amplifying her arousal.

With her legs spread open, she reached up to grasp her nipples once more, rubbing and twisting them with an urgency that bordered on desperation. Each touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her, causing her tiny clit to throb with need. Her mind, however, was far

from the physical sensations she was indulging in. Instead, it was consumed by thoughts of Miss Blake, the woman who had unwittingly become the center of her fantasies.

As Kristen continued to stroke her hard swollen nipples, her imagination painted vivid scenes of Miss Blake in her mind. She saw her professor standing before the class, her tight leather dress hugging every curve, the fabric shimmering under the fluorescent lights. Kristen imagined the way Miss Blake's cat-eye glasses would slip down her nose as she peered over them, her plump red lips forming words that Kristen could only dream of hearing.

The fantasy was intoxicating, a forbidden escape into a world where Kristen's desires were free to roam. She envisioned Miss Blake's hands guiding hers, showing her how to touch, how to feel, how to embrace the very sensations she was exploring. It was a heady mix of submission and longing, one that left Kristen breathless and trembling with anticipation.

Lost in her reverie, Kristen's movements became more insistent, her fingers working her nipples with a fervor that mirrored the intensity of her imagined encounters. Each twist and pull was a step deeper into the fantasy, a surrender to the desires that Miss Blake had unknowingly ignited within her. In that moment, Kristen was both captive and liberated, caught in the throes of an awakening she couldn't—and perhaps didn't want to—control.

Kristen's body convulsed with the force of her orgasm, each wave more intense than the last. As she came and pissed into the toilet once more, her milk, unrestrained, hit the wall with surprising force. Lost in the throes of ecstasy, she was jolted back to reality by the sudden slam of the stall door.

Miss Blake stood there, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. "What's going on here?" she demanded, her voice echoing in the small space. But Kristen, caught mid-orgasm, could do nothing but ride the wave, her eyes wide with a mixture of horror and pleasure.

The unexpected intrusion only seemed to fuel her climax, the thrill of being caught adding a forbidden edge to her release. Miss Blake gasped, clearly taken aback by the scene before her. But it was what happened next that truly shattered the boundaries of propriety.

As Kristen turned, still trembling from her orgasm, she saw Miss Blake wince, her hand moving instinctively to her crotch. "Oh god," Miss Blake groaned, her voice thick with something between disbelief and reluctant acceptance. "No, no, this can't be happening."

In a moment of surreal clarity, Kristen watched as Miss Blake's legs spread slightly, and a large glob of cum splattered onto the floor between them. The professor's face was a study in conflicted emotions, a mix of shock, pleasure, and something akin to vulnerability as she gasped through her own unexpected climax.

The air was thick with tension, a charged silence hanging between them as they both processed what had just transpired. Miss Blake's eyes, wide and accusing, locked onto Kristen's. "You," she spat, her voice a mixture of accusation and bewilderment. "You did this to me. How dare you, you foul thing."

Kristen, still caught in a haze of arousal and confusion, could only stare back, her mind struggling to reconcile the authoritative figure of Miss Blake with the woman who had just

unraveled before her. The moment was electric, a shared transgression that bound them together in a way neither had anticipated, leaving them both to grapple with the aftermath of their mutual undoing.

Miss Blake's presence loomed over Kristen, her expression a mix of authority and something else, something more primal. With a swift, decisive motion, she reached out and tangled her fingers in Kristen's hair, pulling her closer until their faces were mere inches apart. "You deviant little shit," Miss Blake hissed, her voice low and commanding. "I knew this is what you left my class for. This is always what you leave to do. Don't think I don't know."

Despite the harshness of her words, there was a flicker of something in Miss Blake's eyes, a falter in her authoritative demeanor as she continued to rub her crotch, almost unconsciously. Kristen, still caught in the tumult of her own desires, sensed a shift, a subtle change in the dynamic. It was as if Miss Blake's stern exterior was cracking, revealing an unexpected vulnerability.

The air was thick with tension, and then Kristen heard it again—a distinctive splat, the unmistakable sound of more of Miss Blake's cum hitting the floor. The professor's moan escaped her lips, a sound that was both alluring and raw, resonating deep within Kristen. "You're such a naughty girl," Miss Blake breathed, her voice a mixture of accusation and reluctant admiration. "You have no idea what you do to me every time you leave my class, every time you do this. This is unacceptable."

The words hung in the air, charged with a forbidden intimacy. Kristen's eyes widened as she watched Miss Blake reach beneath her skirt, the soft clink of metal heralding the unbuckling of something hidden. With a deft movement, Miss Blake let a chastity cage drop to the floor, the sound sharp in the silence.

What emerged was breathtaking—a massive cock, freed from its confines, growing with undeniable urgency right before Kristen's eyes. Miss Blake stood before her in all her futanari glory, a vision of beauty and power that defied the boundaries of Kristen's imagination.

In that moment, the lines between authority and desire blurred, leaving Kristen caught in a web of emotions that were as exhilarating as they were forbidden. Miss Blake, with her commanding presence and unexpected vulnerability, had become both her disciplinarian and her unexpected muse, the catalyst for a transformation neither of them could have anticipated.

Kristen's Punishment

Kristen stared down at Miss Blake's ginormous cock, her mind a tumultuous mix of fear and fascination. The head was a deep, pulsating purple, veins bulging around it, each throb a testament to the raw power it held. She felt a shiver run through her as she tried to comprehend the situation, her emotions a tangled web of disbelief and a reluctant curiosity that gnawed at her edges.

"M-Miss Blake, what are you doing?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, the question escaping her lips before she could stop it. But Miss Blake's eyes darkened, a predatory gleam in them as she reached out, her grip like iron as she seized Kristen's arms. With a swift, decisive motion, she pinned Kristen against the bathroom wall, the cold tile a stark contrast to the heat of the moment. Kristen's obscene tits bounced with the movement, her nipples, large and exposed, a testament to her earlier arousal.

"Don't talk back to me, you stupid little cunt," Miss Blake hissed, her voice low and commanding. "You know exactly what I'm doing." There was no room for argument in her tone, the authority she wielded as palpable as the air between them.

Kristen felt overwhelmed, Miss Blake's strength undeniable as she struggled against the restraint. Panic rose in her chest, but before she could cry out, Miss Blake leaned in, her breath hot against Kristen's ear. "Consider the next thing out of your mouth carefully, you little whore. If you scream, I'll make sure to turn all your As into Fs."

The words hit Kristen like a cold wave, leaving her stunned. The threat was as effective as it was cruel, leaving her trapped in a situation that was spiraling far beyond her control. In that moment, she realized the precariousness of her position, caught between the reality of Miss Blake's power and the allure of the forbidden scenario unfolding before her.

Miss Blake's presence was overwhelming, her authority a tangible force that pressed down on Kristen, leaving her with little room to breathe. "Get down on your knees," Miss Blake commanded, her voice cutting through the thick air like a blade. Kristen's eyes widened in alarm, a plea forming on her lips as she tried to protest, to beg Miss Blake not to go through with this.

But Miss Blake was relentless, her expression unyielding as she tightened her grip on Kristen's arms, pulling her down with a strength that left no room for argument. Kristen found herself on her knees, the cold tile biting into her skin, her heart racing with a mix of fear and reluctant anticipation.

Still holding Kristen's arms with an iron grip, Miss Blake pinned them above her head, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. The professor's massive cock hovered just inches from Kristen's lips, its presence impossible to ignore. Kristen turned her head to the side, resisting the unspoken command, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

"No?" Miss Blake questioned, her tone a dangerous mix of curiosity and warning. "This isn't a request, Kristen." Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication, but Kristen's

reluctance held firm, even as her body trembled with suppressed urges.

Miss Blake's gaze traveled to the mess on Kristen's chest, the evidence of her earlier arousal undeniable. "That mess all over your tits and the floor tells me another story," she observed, her voice softening with a knowing edge. "Now open."

Caught between her mind and her body's desires, Kristen felt her resolve shatter. Her body, still betraying her with its insistent cravings, finally gave in to the command she couldn't deny any longer. With a mix of shame and undeniable need, she parted her lips, surrendering to the moment.

The massive 15-inch cock pushed forward with an insistent force, filling her mouth with a presence that was both foreign and electrifying. Kristen's senses were overwhelmed, the reality of her submission crashing over her in waves as she succumbed to the demands of the moment. In that instant, she was both captive and willing participant, caught in the complex web of power and desire that Miss Blake wielded with expert precision.

Miss Blake's released Kristen's arms to grip her hair, pulling her head back slightly as she looked down at the girl with a mixture of dominance and satisfaction. "Oh, get over yourself," Miss Blake purred, a smirk playing on her lips. "You should consider this an honor," she added, her voice dripping with authority. The words were barely out before she thrust her hips forward, pushing her cock deeper into Kristen's willing mouth.

Kristen's eyes watered as the length filled her throat, but the thrill of submission sent a shiver down her spine. She moaned around the intrusion, her body responding eagerly despite the tears streaming down her cheeks. Miss Blake's moan echoed in the room, a sound of pure pleasure as she reveled in the tightness surrounding her. "God, it's so tight," she groaned, holding Kristen firmly in place.

Miss Blake's gaze softened for a moment, but the desire to teach Kristen a lesson was far stronger. "That's it, you little sneaky slut," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "Always sneaking around and toying with yourself in here. I'll show you real pleasure." With each thrust, Kristen's resolve melted away, her focus only on the pulsating cock in her mouth and the overwhelming need to please.

Kristen's nipples were hard and sensitive, aching to be touched as milk dribbled from them in steady streams. The sensation added to her arousal, fueling her desire to give Miss Blake everything she could. She sucked and gargled, her throat working tirelessly as she surrendered completely to Miss Blake's demands. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the intense connection between them and the pleasure they both sought.

Miss Blake's eyes flicked down to Kristen's heaving chest, noticing the way her nipples throbbed and squirted milk without any physical provocation. A wicked smile crept across her face as she processed the deliciously unexpected display. "Well, well," she mused, her voice laced with amusement and curiosity. "It seems like someone's body is betraying her desires."

Despite the warmth pooling in her belly, Kristen shook her head, her eyes defiant even as she knelt there. But the flush of her cheeks and the way her nipples continued to pulse told a

different story. Miss Blake chuckled softly, reveling in Kristen's internal struggle.

"Are you sure about that?" Miss Blake taunted, her tone teasing and knowing. The older woman leaned closer, her breath hot against Kristen's ear. "How much are you really enjoying this? How much do you need that sweet release?" she pressed, her words like silk wrapping around Kristen's resolve.

Kristen hesitated, her pride warring with the truth of her body's reactions. The urge to surrender was overwhelming, but she didn't want to give in too easily, not yet. With Miss Blake's cock still in her mouth, Kristen tried to maintain some semblance of control even as her nipples betrayed her once more, a fresh burst of milk squirted from them. The battle between defiance and desire raged within her, making the moment all the more electrifying.

Miss Blake's thrusts grew more erratic, the rhythm faltering as she felt the pulsing heat of her own climax approaching. Kristen could sense the change, the way Miss Blake's cock throbbed even larger in her mouth, each movement sending a shiver of anticipation through her. The intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming, a heady mix of submission and power coursing between them.

"Oh god," Miss Blake gasped, her breath hitching as she struggled to maintain control. Kristen's heart raced, her body responding to the unspoken promise of release, even as she knelt there, obedient and yet so powerful in her own right. She knew what was coming, the tension in the air electric with Miss Blake's impending pleasure.

"You sneaky little cunt," Miss Blake growled, her voice thick with impending climax. "You'll be my undoing," she admitted, her head tilting back as the sensations overtook her, yet her grip on Kristen's hair remained firm, holding her in place as if anchoring herself in the storm of sensation.

Kristen's gaze remained steady, her eyes locked on Miss Blake's face, her own excitement building at the thought of being the cause of such delicious torment. The knowledge that she could bring Miss Blake to the brink, to be the catalyst for her unraveling, was a potent thrill, making her own need for release pulse even more intensely within her.

With one final, powerful thrust, Miss Blake drove her cock deep into Kristen's throat, the sensation sending both women spiraling into an explosive climax. The depth and force of the thrust triggered something primal in Kristen, causing her body to convulse in a massive orgasm that seemed to ripple through every fiber of her being.

Miss Blake could feel her own release building, a wave of pleasure crashing over her as her cock throbbed and began to spurt inside Kristen's tight little throat. Each pulse sent shivers of ecstasy up her spine, forcing a series of moans from her lips. "Aahhhn, oh god, oh god," she gasped, her voice shaky with the overwhelming sensation as her hips jerked involuntarily.

Kristen's eyes rolled back, lost in the throes of her own intense orgasm. Her pussy clenched and released, gushing her juices onto the floor beneath her, a testament to the bliss that coursed through her. Her breasts were not to be outdone, and in the height of her pleasure, they erupted with forceful sprays of milk. The warm liquid splashed against Miss Blake's face and painted the walls, a vivid display of Kristen's surrender and ecstasy.

Miss Blake held herself steady, her cock buried deep within Kristen's throat, relishing the sensation of complete possession. With each powerful spurt of cum, she could feel Kristen's belly beginning to swell, expanding like a balloon with the sheer volume of what Miss Blake was pouring into her. The sight was mesmerizing, a visual testament to the utter surrender and the power Miss Blake wielded over her.

Kristen could feel the warmth spreading inside her, the unfamiliar yet thrilling sensation of her stomach stretching to accommodate the growing load. Her skin felt tight, the fullness almost overwhelming but in a way that sent a delicious shiver of pleasure through her already sensitive body. Each pulse seemed to echo within her, pushing her further into a haze of submissive bliss.

Miss Blake slowly withdrew from Kristen's mouth with a sucking popping sound, the sensation leaving a weakening her. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, she instinctively tried to steady herself by reaching for the sink behind her. But Miss Blake's legs, trembling and weak, gave out beneath her, and she tumbled to the floor, landing on her ass with a soft thud. Her chest heaved as she struggled for breath, the exertion and ecstasy leaving her momentarily speechless.

"Fuck... you little whore," Miss Blake murmured, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked over at Kristen in the bathroom stall, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Look what you did to me, to your poor old Miss Blake," she teased, a hint of affection in her voice despite the playful reprimand.

Kristen, however, was entranced by the sight of her own swollen belly, the fullness making her look reminiscent of a pregnant woman. The sensation was foreign and thrilling, her nipples still achingly hard and betraying her lingering arousal. Her eyes, darkened with desire, met Miss Blake's as she found her voice and said, "Now look what you've started."

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