Stealing Spree

I leaned in closer, blowing air against Hayashi-sensei’s inner thigh that made her tremble. And then, kissing it again got her worked up that she almost squeezed my head between. Good thing I was still holding her legs steady, keeping it from closing up.

“You b-bastard. Stop teasing me!” She indignantly called out to me as she pulled on my hair.

“Relax, sensei. I’m still trying to prepare you for it.”

“What is there to prepare for? You just want to see me flustered, don’t you?”

Well, she’s not wrong. Seeing her like that was making this more exciting, after all.

“Then… I won’t hold back, sensei. Push or pull on my hair, grab my shoulder, or hold onto the edge of your table. You’ll need to anchor yourself with something.”

Upon saying that, I dived back in. This time, my kisses crawled upward, nearing her sacred place.

Hayashi-sensei’s body tensed as a soft gasp escaped her when my fingers brushed against her glistening sacred place, tracing the plump slit that had clearly never been explored by someone else before me.

The way her hips shifted ever so slightly, as if caught between hesitation and anticipation, was just too much. And when she saw me staring at it intently, she tried covering it with her hands.

She failed on that though. I just had to catch her hands with one of mine, after all.

In any case, the scent of lavender was also prevalent there. Maybe it’s just her natural fragrance. It’s pulling me in like a magnet.

“Onoda-kun…” Hayashi-sensei whispered my name as she barely held onto her usual authority.

The way her eyes darted between embarrassment and curiosity appeared as though she was about to lose herself watching over me. “This… you’re really…”

I didn’t let her finish her words as I pressed a soft, fleeting kiss to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, close enough to feel the heat coming from her sacred place. Following that, my lips lingered, savoring the warmth and dampness as she gradually quivered from the sensation.

I let my thumb graze the edge of her folds, tracing it until I reached the sensitive nub of her clit.

Not expecting that, her attempt to stifle a moan failed as her alluring voice slipped out. Her fingers tightened on my hair. I could feel a prickly pain as she almost pulled some of them out of my scalp. But she soon loosened up.

Her hips tilted upward, a silent invitation wrapped in her stubborn defiance.

“S-stop getting cocky, shameless brat,” Once again, her tone and expression weren’t matching. Not to mention, her body was more honest.

My lips continued dropping kisses all around it, teasing her. Her love juices continued to drip like honey from a pot. Not wanting it to stain her desk, I stretched my tongue out, catching the drop before eventually licking across her sensitive slit.

Hayashi-sensei’s body jolted at the first touch of my tongue and a sharp gasp escaped her lips as her thighs twitched, instinctively trying to close. Her fingers dug into my hair, half-pulling, half-anchoring herself as the sensation hit her like a wave.

The sweet taste of her flooded my senses, and I couldn’t help but savor it, letting my tongue trace slow and precise paths along her wet sacred place.

“Onoda-kun…!” Her voice became like a strained whisper, caught somewhere between a scold and a plea. Her hips shifted, pressing closer despite acting like the pleasure was overwhelming her.

I pulled back to meet her gaze as I flashed her a teasing grin. “Sensei, should I slow down, or…?”

With her eyes glassy with desire, it took her a few seconds before answering with a click of tongue, “Tch… don’t you dare slow down now, shameless brat. You started this. Finish it properly.”

Her words were bold, but the tremor in her voice and the way her thighs quivered told me she was teetering on the edge of surrender.

“As you wish, sensei. Just hold on tight.”

I dove back in, my tongue flicking against her clit on purpose before clasping it between my lips, sucking that part of her. Her moan became louder but she immediately covered her mouth, muffling it. Although we were alone, if she shouted loud enough, the sound could still echo outside.

In any case, I didn’t stop, continuing my movements before dipping lower to taste her fully, lapping at her dripping entrance.

Her love juices coated my tongue as I sucked in. She was so sweet and intoxicating and I couldn’t help but hum in appreciation.

Her hips continued shifting as she pressed herself further into me. She was I had to pull my chair to keep her from sliding off the edge of her desk. And because of this, her legs eventually wrapped around my neck, locking me in.

I took it as a sign to deepen my attention. My lips alternated between her clit and narrow entrance, sucking lightly as my tongue swirled, coaxing out every shudder and moan she tried to suppress.

Although I was tempted to slip a finger inside, I held back on doing so. I wanted to make her cum just like this.

Eventually, Hayashi-sensei’s breathing grew erratic. Her grip on my hair tightened as her hips started to move in time with my tongue. I could feel the tension building in her, the way her muscles tensed and her thighs quaked, signaling she was teetering on the edge of her climax.

“Onoda-kun… W-what is this? I’m… I’m about to…” Her voice broke, sounding a little desperate as she tried to warn me.

But I simply looked up at her before eagerly doubling down, twirling my tongue and poking into her narrow entrance to tease her sensitive insides until more of her love juices spilled out.

Not a minute later, her body convulsed as a sharp, shuddering gasp escaped her. Her climax arrived like a rushing tide as her thighs clamped around my head. I kept my mouth on her entrance, guiding her through the waves of pleasure as I savored the way her body responded in an inhibited manner. Her love juices flooded my mouth, sweet and overwhelming. When the tremors slowly subsided, I started licking her gently, cleaning everything off of her.

As her grip on my hair finally loosened, I pulled back and looked up at her. My lips glistened with her love juices. And upon seeing it, Hayashi-sensei couldn’t help but giggle. Her face was a mess of flushed skin and glassy eyes as her sweet voice mixed in with her soft panting. Her blouse and lab coat were still bunched around her elbows, her bare chest rising and falling with each breath, and the sight of her so undone was enough to make my cock throb painfully again.

“Y-you shameless brat. I…” In between her gasp for breath, she glared at me with her lips curved up in satisfaction. “I can’t believe… I let you do that.”

I grinned as I stood up to press a soft kiss on her forehead. “You didn’t just let me, sensei. You wanted it. And I’m pretty sure you enjoyed it.”

Her lips twitched, a reluctant smile breaking through as she swatted my chest weakly. “Tch. Don’t get cocky. This… this doesn’t change anything. You’re still a student, and I’m…”

“Forget it, sensei. At this point, you’re you and I’m me. Nothing else matters.” I placed a finger on her lips, preventing her from wallowing about it again.

However, because I was standing and my cock roared back to life, we soon noticed how it ended up resting on top of her sacred place, throbbing furiously as if asking for another round. The tip glistened with a fresh bead of precum as it pressed lightly against her sensitive slit.