Tutoring Session

"Home sweet home," the teacher said as she opened her front door and crossed the threshold into her studio apartment. Harshwhinny did pretty well for herself financially; the studio was decorated from most of the tips and ideas she read here and their. Her fears of becoming a lonesome spinster with like a hundred cats, hadn't come true just yet though. She had enough dignity left to keep the place from going to ruin; still kept it as nice and kempt as if she still expected that uncaring son of a bitch to come through their front door. The way he used to; he'd open it softly letting his briefcase hit the floor as his arms would fly open, she'd leap into them with gusto, and they'd kiss.

The memories came back to her as she sat on a chair; the way he held her in his arms and would passionately kiss her just to see her again after a long day, how she'd taste the dentyne gum he chewed on his breath, the way he'd run his fingers through her buttery yellow hair..."Ahhh ohhh!" she cried out looking down, in her reminiscing Harshwhinny found herself rubbing her self over the fabric of her emerald green victoria's secret's. she blushed hard as she sighed. She must have been so deprived to go around dripping wet and pleasuring herself whenever she could. "Tonight, I will feel the touch of a man again....dammit!" she said in frustration as her nethers flared up with slickness again.

She crossed the studio room and made her way to her bathroom; slipping her green panties off slowly and eroticlly even though there wasn't anyone around to enjoy it, her skirt went next, then jacket and white blouse until she stood in front of her mirror in her bra and violet heels. Harshwhinny smiled and pressed her breasts together letting out a soft moan as she did; her bosom had held up rather nicely, still quite perky and firm, even though she hadn't developed much past a modest size 16 C. Her frame had held its inverted triangular shape well, which complimented her long slender legs nicely, even though she was only just past her mid twenties, what did she have to worry about? Nora Harshwhinny placed her hands behind her underwire bra hooks and struck a sexy pose on her slender legs and and sighted lustfully as she let her bra fall away and admired her breasts in her mirror. Rubbing and softly pinching the hard nipples and areolas moaning softly as she did.

She gasped softly and stepped into the shower; Nora let out a gasp of surprise as the jet of cold water hit her buttery yellow orange skin before easing into a pleased sigh as the water warmed up. The steamy water trickled and made her locks of hair flatten out as she ran her hands through it, a copious amount of vanilla silk shampoo making it smell so good. Nora placed her left hand on her left breast and and let out more pleasured moans as she rubbed and squeezed her nipple."AHHH! yes John please be gentle, but not too gentle." she added as she squeezed her nipple harder and pinched it between her thumb and pointer. As she did so she imagined her young student lover in the shower with her; working his magic fingers on her breast and the other hand...well

As she gave her left nipple a hard pinch; she moved her right hand to soft folds of her labia. Teasing and stroking the folds of flesh, letting out louder moans of pleasure as she used two fingers to softly part the lips, a gush of her juices drizzled freely from her as she did. She bit her other lips as her thumb and forefinger pinched the little nub of her clit, a loud moan escaped her mouth as she pinched the nub harder and she licked and kissed her own breast, all the while imagining the rebellious John Sweetstuff being the skilled one doing it. She could almost hear him whispering in her ear.

"Does the bad teacher want more?" Her imagination asked her.

"Yes...she whispers back softly, It's been so damn long, I need to cum so badly." she said as two fingers pushed into her opening hard, exploring and stoking the ultra sensitive sugary walls as she tried to remember what cosmopolitan said. "Three inches inside just below where the clitoris issssss!" She let out a loud hiss as she found her own G-spot; she rubbed and stroked the soft fleshy bit for a bit before drawing her hand back, she needed more. Nora weighed her options; not the soap, no, that stuff burns like hell on the inside, same goes for the shampoo bottle if she squeezed too hard. She settled on the thick handle of her scrub brush; she took it her hand admiring it as if she held John's cock in her hands, moaning and complimenting him on his size.

"All yours Ms. Harshwhinny, think you can handle it?" He says smirking at her as she guided it to her pussy.

"That anyway to talk to your teacher young man?" She said seductively as she pressed the curved tip into her dripping; wet and well lubed snatch. The curved tip pressed down on her G-spot hard as she pumped the brush handle inside her; slowly and steadily at first. the smooth texture a bit harder than what she had imagined had entered her but sufficiently pleasant. She sped up her pleasured moans becoming loud screams as she pumped harder and faster, she used her free hand to give her juicy, bubbly rear a good spank. "Hey! I thought the teacher spanks the bad students!" She said in her fantasy.

"You've been the bad one Ms. Harshwhinny, you've been a VERY bad teacher." Her imaginary lover responded as she sped up her motions with the brush; imagining John becoming hard and merciless with his tool, as he roughly but passionately made love to her deprived womanhood. Her breath became rapid; her heart sped up as her vaginal muscles clenched and gripped the brush's smooth plastic hard. Quivering and milking the imaginary organ for every drop it was worth, as she let out her loudest moans yet and squirted on the brush. A stream of sweet; milky fluid soaking her hand and the shower floor as the water made it all go down the drain.

She pulled the handle from her with a soft sucking sound as it left her, when it did she felt sated but only just. Nora got herself nice and clean and finally left the bathroom. In her bedroom she slipped into a pair of red lacy panties; red thigh length stockings, a red lace brassiere, and her best red heels. over these she threw on a red skirt and a white blouse with a red blazer over it, forgoing her usual violet to eggplant color. Why? because red is the sexiest of the colors, and she wanted more than anything to be sexy tonight.

"Now I can only hope he..." She was interrupted by the ringing of her doorbell which made her smile and tingle softly down there. "Decides to drop in."