Afterschoole in Friday

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The classroom was empty after hours, the desks neatly arranged except for one in the back where Mrs. Carter perched, her black stockings glistening under the dim lights as she adjusted her glasses.

ACTOR1: You stayed behind again, James. Third time this week. What exactly are you hoping to learn?

ACTOR2: Maybe I just like watching you grade papers, Miss. The way you bite your lip when you’re thinking… your heels tapping under the desk.

NARRATOR: She uncrossed her legs slowly, the hem of her skirt riding up to reveal the lace tops of her stockings. His breath hitched as she nudged a high heel against his thigh.

ACTOR1: You’ve been very distracted in class. Maybe you need… private tutoring.

ACTOR2: Fuck, yeah. I need you to teach me everything.

NARRATOR: In one motion, she pulled him between her thighs, his hands gripping her stocking-clad legs as she unzipped his jeans with her manicured fingers.

ACTOR1: You like these, don’t you? The way they feel against your cock?

ACTOR2: Shit, yes—your fucking glasses, your heels digging into my back—

NARRATOR: She gasped as he pushed two fingers into her soaked pussy, her hips grinding against his palm.

ACTOR1: That’s it—fuck, I knew you were smart.

ACTOR2: I want to taste you first.

NARRATOR: He dropped to his knees, dragging her panties aside with his teeth before licking a slow stripe up her dripping cunt.

ACTOR1: Oh god—right there, just like that—

NARRATOR: Her moans echoed as his tongue circled her clit, her high heels trembling against his shoulders.

ACTOR2: I can’t wait anymore—I need to fuck you.

NARRATOR: He stood, flipping her onto the desk, her stockings tearing slightly as he thrust his thick cock into her tight wetness.

ACTOR1: Harder—oh fuck, James!

NARRATOR: Her glasses fogged as she came, his hips slamming into her until he spilled deep inside, both panting against the scattered papers.