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Kaito woke up fairly early, still groggy from the previous day. He'd have liked to sleep in bit his internal clock was still set to school hours and he couldn't fall back asleep. Rising groggily he took off his clothes from the previous day and tossed them in a hamper. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went down the hallway toward the bath room, more by touch than by sight.

Stumbling in he started to run the hot water in the bath and stepped in. Taking a small hand towel from the rack he dipped it in the steaming water and then laid it across his eyes as he relaxed in the bath. He felt like he was missing something but couldn't put his finger on it.

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Yumi finally stood up though, sitting at the edge with hanging legs as she stretched with a yawn before slowly getting up and getting ready before slowly gliding down to the floor and running to the other side of the room as she landed before slowly getting the door open and walking out at least for the moment before deciding to change first.

With another yawn the sound of footsteps echoed down, again looking but seeing as he wasn't there before deciding then to open the front door and walk out as the girl ran down and flew up like she did last night again for a bit.

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Kaito finally slowly became fully awake in the tub, the hot water helping his brain to reboot after the exhaustion and shock of the previous day. He took the towel from his eyes and began to finishing rinsing himself.

He thought he heard some doors open and close down the hallway. Yuck must be waking up. Though he was still unsure about the whole state of things, he was determined to be a good host, at least until he got this sorted out with Mr. Omura.

Finally he got up out of the tub and wrapped the towel back around himself. He went up to Yumi's door and knocked, calling through the door. "Yumi, the bath is still hot if you'd like. I'm going to get dressed and make some breakfast. Anything you'd like?"

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Of course there wouldn't be any answer than the sounds of loud crashing and searing of metal as she had found some cans around the place and other small metal things and threw them around the air as she flew down and threw them up before her wings would glow a bit and she would swipe or spins her arms then to send some sharp feathers through almost like sharp crystals as well if someone would be watching close.

Yumi would then move to pick up another and move her arm again to shoot three feathers through it before falling to the ground with a loud burning searing sound as she finally made it back down looking through the open front door and hearing a small voice inside, standing a bit before walking back in. "Mmmm don't really know..." shrugging and sitting.

[User] Kaito didn't hear Yumi's words through the door. What he did hear was the sounds of crashing metal and vibration impacts on the floor and walls. "Had Yumi hurt herself somehow? Had the government construction crews done a shoddy job of setting up her things?" He pushed into the room and froze as... something buried itself in the door frame next to his head.

[Assistant] Yumi looked over at him obviously a bit confused, "Oh!! I should maybe clean that or someone would get the wrong idea!" Running out as she picked up a can with a shard on it. "I was just practicing a little, if you have any plastic or other cans that you wanna set up then I could show you what I was doing. For my species we don't really have feathers..." Starting to explain, "Well we do but there's a layer in our wings where we can sort of grow a crystal inside our wings but of course with how our wings are it takes the shape of the feather. There's the first soft layer then there's the crystals and then the outer layer and with our power of lightning and our ability to go fast we can shoot those shards out like a weapon." Crossing her arms as she wondered what he would think then.

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Kaito gingerly poked the crystal feather buried in the window frame next to him, hissing as the sharpened edge effortlessly sliced into his finger. He looked down around his back yard. Cans and bottles were sliced apart , or impaled in the yard or into the the sand garden. He supposed he had needed to re-rake it anyway.

He was still confused by most of what she had said. Nursing his bleeding finger, he asked dumbly, "Lightning powers?"

[Assistant] "I am monster of course, and I guess you didn't really notice my bright colors or my tattoos and stuff, but yeah I am an elemental harpy and I use thunder and lightning, it's basically a different form of the regular wind harpies. The other species are just elemental base forms of course. You can mostly tell anyway from the aura or the feathers." Spreading her wings a bit and showing yellow wings with blue in between before flying up and sending a small gust of wind under her before going a circle above him.

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There was something majestic about the way Yumi could so effortlessly fly up in the air, though there was quite a lot to take in from what she had said. Elementals? Sun-species? Obviously Kaito had a lot to learn about Harpies.

"I'm going to go get changed, I'll have some breakfast ready for you when you're done with your... target practice." He called up, readjusting his towel that had been disrupted by the wind from her wings.

[Assistant] "Hmmm well OK..." stretching as he would leave and Yumi would run to fly up again and do it for a bit more before finally walking back in and sitting on the couch with a pant from using all the energy.

[User] Kaito dressed quickly in a multicolored tank top, dark blue jeans, and a black hoodie before he went down to the kitchen. He quickly fried up a few strips of bacon and a pile of toast with butter, before pouring some orange juice in what he already thought of as 'Yumi's' cup and carried the food out to where the harpy girl was panting on the couch. He set one of the plates in front of her. And then sat next to her. Taking a bite of bacon. "What would you like to do today Miss Yumi?" He asked between bites.

[Assistant] Yumi continued to lay down now with a sigh and yawn before sitting up a bit as her nose picked up the smell, sitting up but still laying back as she looked to see the food and take a piece and finally starting to eat. "Hmmmm, well what do you usually do outside though, maybe around the city or something, would be fun to fly through it. Maybe I could even try carrying you..." deciding to say casually.

[User] Kaito began to answer her question as he munched in a piece of buttered toast. "Well I need to stop by the grocery store, and there's a park nearby we could walk through on the way where you could fly around a bit..." he stopped as her last words processed in his brain. "...carry me?!?" He exclaimed." Like on your back or with your... talons?" He asked doubting she could actually carry him on her back and eying her sharp claws warily.

[Assistant] "Hmmm that could work... wouldn't mind that, and I could see more of the new places you go to, it's gonna be cool!!!!" Jumping up as she looked over at him, "What makes you think I could carry you on my back dummy." Poking his arm feeling a bit annoyed with that, "Of course with the obvious but I don't think that would work anyway unless I build up some speed to actually try to grab you and not drop you once we get there. And it's cool cause that's how we carry heavy stuff. We use our body to use the natural wind as kinda like an energy source and support for our claws since we don't do much than not dropping something." Explaining another thing of her species as she stretched her arms and legs.

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Glancing down at her claws one more time, and now knowing that Yumi could summon lightning. Kaito was even more wary of her picking up speed to try and carry him. Frankly the idea was pretty terrifying. At the same time he was interested in hearing more about her species and customs. It was more interesting than he had guessed.

"Well there's a park near the shopping district where you could stretch your wings a little more freely if you'd like. Then we can go shopping. Though I don't think shooting your feathers there will be a good idea." He offered. "But could we just take the bus?" He asked just a little nervously.

[Assistant] "Well I had some practice anyway, and having a chance to explore more and in public. Jeez why would you expect me to do that you meanie!!" Sticking her tongue out and lightly hitting him with her wings before running out back outside. "Come on show me around here, I wanna do fun stuff." Acting like a kid again before running down the crosswalk to fly around above him like yesterday. "I can see the park in the distance!" Calling out flying in circles before eventually following above him.

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Kaito followed her out the door, making sure to lock the door behind him. Yumi's somewhat childish mindset was a little infectious and he was about to job after her when he noticed the envelope sticking out of his mailbox. It was addressed to him so he slit it open. Inside was a debit card and a set of instructions from Mr. Omura. ''For Ms. Yumi's expenses. Use as you see fit, withing reason.'' The monthly spending limit was rather generous and Kaito added the card to his wallet. He himself wasn't hurting for money, but having Yumi have her own income would probably be helpful.

Setting himself at a light jog as the harpy soared above him, Kaito eventually arrived at the mall area. Shops lined the streets ranging from, restaurants, clothing stores, to specialty groceries and arcades. A number of sculptures and statues by local artists were set up and down a well lit alley was a small wooded park that features ground jets of water for small children to play in. Hoping she could hear him, Kaito called up, "Yumi, do any of these stores seem interesting to you?"

[Assistant] Soon Yumi started to move, a bright blue shining with the crystals in her wings reflecting the small light as she moved like a plane, spinning a bit and rolling to the side before going and again back to the circle just above. With that she already could feel the busy human atmosphere and it was really finally time for her real first day as after a while she would be able to get down and run past him a bit when she landed before she turned around and stretched. "Don't know what these are though..." sticking her tongue out.

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That took Kaito a little by surprise, it hadn't occurred to him that harpies might not have shops and stores, though he supposed making a lot of things might be hard for them since they didn't have proper hands. He stuck his tongue out back at her and smiled. It might be exciting to see someone see a clothing store or arcade for the first time.

He looked around and saw a woman's boutique across the street, taking Yumi by her 'hand' he led her across the street when there were no cars coming and led her inside. "Hello and welco..." trialed off the clerk, obviously a little shocked to see a harpy in the flesh.

"This is a clothing store for girls." Said Kaito quickly. "You pick out things you might want and then pay for them and take them home. Mr. Omura gave you an allowance so maybe you could pick out a few things?" He suggested.

[Assistant] Yumi walked with him, but more with small light birdlike hops and skips at first as she blushed and was obviously caught off guard by his hand but feeling that it was still awkwardly safe and smarter anyway. Yumi soon walked normally before glancing at the girl a bit awkwardly when she stopped then back at Kaito, "Hmmm clothing store we usually had kinda leather and leaves like what I'm wearing." Being it was a plain black sleeveless shirt with her stomach showing as well as short blue shorts similar to yesterday. "I might want something a bit longer, hmmm always wanted to try a jacket and have something over this but kinda open too and pants too or maybe longer shorts but the cold..."

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Kaito smiled as Yumi started going off about the different clothes she wanted to try out, even with her.. ab-human physiology she was still an attractive girl and Kaito couldn't deny that she already looked good in her crop top and shorts.

As he followed her around the store looking at clothes he caught himself imagining her dressed only in leaves and strips of leather. He decided that was defiantly something he wanted to see someday. "Well why don't you pick out a few things and try them on? See how they feel and look?" He said gesturing to one of the changing booths.

[Assistant] Yumi turned to look over and around before over either skipping or walking a bit fast like before as somethings would catch her eye in what she wanted to try as finally their day started. With that she at least stared first then with white shorts and a yellow sleeveless with black trimming still being a mostly plain looking shirt in terms of everything else though. "Hmmm..." thinking with a tilted head before going with a blue jacket as well and now going to try it all.

[User] A big smile broke across Kaito's face as he watched Yumi skip around the shop picking out things to try on. She seemed genuinely excited to try new clothes and he was glad that so far she had made a good choice for her to have fun. A little nervously he sat on a bench, waiting for her to step out from behind the curtain and show off what she had picked out.

[Assistant] And with that there would be the sounds of struggling and rustling behind the curtain as Yumi took a deep breath to figure out everything with her obvious disability with the shirt and shorts but managing to make it work accept only have a quarter of her arms actually making it through as well as the new shorts still having the button and zipper down. "Ahhh why does this happen!" Complaining as she peeked out with her arms barely through but obviously having the other half still behind.

[User] Kaito's nervous smile slowly faded to a nervous frown as he heard what sounded like a street fight going on behind the curtain. He saw Yumi stick her head out from behind the curtain with an equally worried look on her own face. "Do.. are you OK back there Yumi? Is everything alright?" he asked rising from the bench and approaching the curtain.

[Assistant] "If..." pausing as Yumi sat down and disappeared again and managing to get an arm through before fixing and getting the other luckily before standing up and mostly but easily slipping the shorts on before popping back out. "I need help with my shorts and belt..." Simply saying as she wondered what he would think or do now.

[User] Kaito looked around the store to make sure no one was watching and then with a deep breath stepped behind the curtain to find Yumi half dressed. It seemed like she had managed to get a shirt and jacket she picked out on, but her pants were unzipped and unbuttoned, and sagging down just a bit, revealing more than she was probably comfortable with. Gently and quickly Kaito grabbed the waist of her shorts and pulled them up snuggly before averting his eyes upward and doing the zipper and top button, before he fumbled the belt into place, though as he did so, the back of his fingers ran over her lower belly and he couldn't help but notice how soft and smooth her skin was.

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Yumi stood back as he moved in with a slight embarrassed blush at how quickly he did it though didn't think too much about it since it wasn't her obviously wanting the help anyway. Leaning back a bit and looking to the side or just anywhere else with a slight blush on her face, he could feel his subtle movements for a second before jumping with a small embarrassed squeal at feeling her exposed lower stomach against his fingers.

"P---please hurry up d-dummy..." her hands to her chest as there was slight scratching on the ground from her talons though only from the feeling of still being nervous and embarrassed before rushing out past him once he was done to get some space.

[User] Kaito followed her out of the changing booth, though he stopped short of her by a few feet. His face was flushed with embarrassment and a tinge of something similar to lust. "I'm... I'm sorry that I scared you Yumi. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I thought I was helping but I guess I just mad your day awkward. I'm really sorry." He gave her a small bow.

[Assistant] Yumi shook her head to snap out of it a bit, "It's kinda your fault you were slow..." puffing her cheeks a bit as the tag hung on the side of her shorts still obviously. "W-well these seem fine so I would want these if that would be fine though. I didn't mean to react more than I did..." feeling like she had to take it a bit herself as well anyway. "It's not awkward or bad so you don't have to worry, just something weird..." Yumi walking up to him wondering if that would make it less awkward itself though.

[User] Kaito smiled, glad that Yumi didn't seem too upset with how things had played out. He knew having a guy in the dressing room was not usually something girls liked to have happen. "We should check out then. Get those tags off. You look cute in those." He ventured. He hadn't known Yumi long but he was already feeling slightly attached to her.

[Assistant] She smiled a bit, "Yay I got something to work, better clothes..." Jumping a bit and looking over to the other stuff. "Though I want a jacket cause I hate cold." Yumi stretches and starting to try and find it then.

[User] Kaito continued to follow Yumi around as he selected the remaining items that she wanted and when the time cane he used the card Mr. Omura had given him to pay for the purchase. When they were done he pointed down the road a ways. "There's a park that way where you can stretch your wings for a while. There's usually some food stands that are pretty good there as well." He suggested.

[Assistant] "Hmph then hurry and let's go then." Already running outside before stretching and squatting down a bit to get ready before flapping and flying up above as Yumi waited boredly wondering and seeing what the girl even could from there.

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Kaito followed along beneath his new house guest. Now that he was getting more used to her, he had to admire how graceful she was when she was in the air, rather than struggling into clothes on the ground. He just hoped she wasn't in the habit of shooting her feathers or lightning in public. They made their way deeper into the park where there was a large clearing surrounded by old growth trees. Looking up at Yumi, Kaito steeled himself and came to a decision.

He waved up and signaled that Yumi should come down. When she was in ear shot, he asked, trying to look and sound more confident than he felt. "Yumi, you said earlier that you might be able to carry me when you fly around. Would you maybe want to try that right now?"

[Assistant] She made long trips around the park, being able to see everything and at a higher height which was still weird for her with flying. Soon Yumi came back near him, flapping and flying off a lot faster before doing a loop and flying around as she appeared a hundred feet behind him as she leaned her lower body a bit and try to get her feet on his shoulder to pick him up.

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Kaito watched Yumi making laps around him, wondering what she was up to, suddenly she was gone and he panicked for a moment wondering if he'd lost her. He panicked some more when he felt a powerful impact on his back and he was hoisted high into the air, he muffled a scream as he got higher and higher before he finally looked up to see Yumi was above him. While it was far from comfortable Kaito realized that somehow she had managed to grab him with her talons without puncturing his flesh.

He reached up and grabbed onto her ankles with his hands and had a moment to inspect the strange, somewhat scaly flesh there. It was different from human skin, but not unpleasant. For a moment his eyes were drawn to the gaps in Yumi's clothing, where the buffeting air had allowed him to get a view up the legs of her short and up her shirt before his eyes were drawn to a more stunning sight.

He could see for miles around, the city was different from up here and let out a gasp at how beautiful the landscape was from a literal birds eye view. A strange joy filled him and he whooped at the excitement of it all.

[Assistant] He could feel his legs as she shook a bit with a slight blush, "D-don't do that p-please." Yumi called out from under him, "Don't hold onto too much, since you would be weighing us down with the pressure." Shaking her head as she flapped and flew along the whole park and going back of course, "This is how it is." Stating the obvious views as she looked out with a small smile.

[User] Kaito could hardly hear Yumi over the sound of the wind in his ears. When he finally pieced together what she had said, he let go of her ankles, reluctantly. He enjoyed the ride and the views. When they finally landed he took a moment to catch his breath and then turned to Yumi, and embraced her in a hug. "That was amazing! Thank you so much Yumi." he told her before he released her, his hands still on her shoulders, a huge grin on his face.

[Assistant] Yumi carefully dropped him at a decent heights so he could land as she flew off then around to land as she ran past him again and turned to walk back over with a sigh, yawn, and stretch. The girl blushed at the surprise before closing one eye and looking up at him from the tightness of the hug. "J-jeez you dummy..." sticking her tongue out at him. "I told you about it..." softly hitting him in protest before stretching again. "Well I wanna eat so let's go..." again taking his arm and tugging him a bit.

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Kaito let himself get dragged along by Yumi towards where a number of food stalls were set up in the park, doing good business on the beautiful day, his own stomach grumbling. Perhaps the rush of adrenaline from flying had convinced his body that he had exerted a lot of energy?

He stepped up to yakitori stall and ordered a handful of skewers and a side of noodles with a two soda, making sure to grab a fork for Yumi, though he kept a pair of chopstick for himself. A couple of napkins completed the set and Kaito paid, using his own money before they sat down on a park bench.

The whole experience had him gushing, and he found himself asking Yumi more questions than he usually did about her home. Where was it? Did she have family there? What made her want to come to Japan?

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She just stayed mostly to the side, looking and walking around the grass and just nearby then before sitting down with a stretch and waiting before already taking one in both hands and eating just a bit.

Yumi mostly didn't really pay attention much, watching everyone else but at least heard of course. "Thought they would tell you stuff." Wondering why they didn't though before even meeting to know everything of course. "In misty peaks, named Pokke village. It's stormy and stuff so it's kinda hard but also helpful as the area around it is really good for us." Poking at the food before waiting a moment and finally eating a piece as she licked her lips. "Coming? Well it's not me, this is just a place they picked. I don't know a lot of places so I'm really really new."


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_This is insane and wrong and just... insane on so many levels! Ugh, I hope that Ryder got everything together for this, or I swear to God, I'm going to kill him..._ Harlow Roxx thought to herself as she came up to the almost sedate office of her long-time professor. The college coed was nearly shivering, and it definitely didn't have anything to do with the cold: they'd managed to crank the heat up in the offices despite the fact that a thaw seemed to finally be in the works. Though Harlow had opted for something that was perhaps a tad skimpier than her usual classroom ensemble, it wasn't anything too horribly scandalous. Her boyfriend (practically fiance, really) Ryder's loose army style shirt covered up her slender frame well, and since she only had a relatively skimpy black lace bra underneath, well, it was pretty sexy. And her distressed jeans had something of a sultry look. It wasn't like she could really tramp it up, not when she needed to head across campus. Couldn't make it too obvious. At least she could opt for some skimpy lingerie underneath, which should send a message. As would all the trimming she'd done, which hadn't been too bad: Harlow liked to have everything looking nice and trim.

No, the shivering came more for the reason why she was there. It wasn't just the whole "seeing the professor" business, which was enough to scare most girls her age anyway. It was the fact of why. She was seeing them. She pulled out her phone, checking her bank account again. The negative number spoke for itself, really, and she wasn't going to get any money from her job at the school for another week. Ryder was supposed to have some money in time for the upcoming rent check, but supposedly he'd needed to use it for something else. Which left them officially screwed, since they were already behind and Harlow's paycheck might not cover all the late fees.

Easy enough, insisted Ryder. That one professor's been drooling over your hot, luscious blonde bod since the beginning of the semester. Fuck, since Harlow showed up, he'd probably taken notice, though she hadn't exactly had him in class yet. She'd actually taken a class later, hearing partially that he was good at what he did. Truthfully she liked it, and did alright. Ryder was the one bombing it. Which was probably why, of all the professors in the university, he'd singled out this one as the one they should blackmail. And his plan was relatively simple: use social messaging to flirt with him, get a session with him during one of his last office hours, and strongly imply that he could fuck you if he wanted. Considering that Harlow did, admittedly, look fucking hot, it made at least some sense. But she was usually all about empowerment. But apparently her suggestion of artfully posing nude was a bad idea, while this was a good one. Fine. Whatever. Harlow just had to get her cute little blonde ass to the office, perhaps work the professor up a little, then get him to one of the lounges nearby, usually used by professors, but sometimes with students. Ryder would be there, ready to record. Easy.

For Ryder. Harlow took another deep breath, unbuttoned a few buttons on the shirt, and knocked on the door. "Hey, professor?" she called, sticking her head in, a few blonde strands dangling free. Blue eyes swept the office, before landing on the man behind the desk. "Hey," she said, wiggling some fingers, "you ready to see me?" God, she hoped so, because it had already taken most of her nerve just to knock on the door and head in.

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Jamal Anderson was not only a History Professor, but also a one-time college football player. He was 6 feet 4 with broad shoulders and still a heavily muscled body despite pushing 40. He worked out every morning for an hour before classes and usually did the same after classes. Working out, he found, was a much better way to fight off the affects of aging than any drug or surgery. It also helped to have a healthy sex-life, something that Jamal did have---only his wife didn't fully know about what sort of things he got up to.

Jamal had a plethora of college coeds to choose from. It was a well kept secret that during the course of the year, he usually had an affair with one or two of his students---all white girls or Asian---who had a little jungle fever when it came to him. They were usually seniors, students about to graduate, but on occasion they were younger classmen too. No one ever talked about it, of course---he kept everyone satisfied---so the rumor mills were rather silent, despite a portion of the female students having crushes on him.

Harlow Roxx was a girl in one of his classes that had drawn his eye. She looked like the type who might be struck by some Jungle Fever and a string of texts lately had certainly suggested that. It was the usual flirting a college girl did to show she was interested in him and it was soon followed by her booking a study session with him---the last hour of the day. If past experience was any indication, this was the beginning moves of her trying to seduce him. He looked up her school profile, checking her grades and background, and nodded his head. Her grades in his class were doing fine, she really didn't seem like the type who needed help.

He sat at his desk, wearing slacks and a button down shirt that clung to his muscular body. He heard the knock on his door. "Come in." He responded, settling back in his chair. She stepped in and he smiled, letting his eyes run over her appearance. His winter coat hung on a peg by the door. With the rips in her jeans, she must have been cold, but college girls were all about showing off. It'd be freezing out and they'd were short skirts and Ugg boots. A classic look that didn't make sense, but who was he to complain. "Of course... please, come in and sit down and tell me what you need help with." He motioned to one of the two chairs directly in front of his desk. The rest of the room had bookcases along the walls, a few pictures---historical ones---hanging on the walls, a coffee table with a leather couch, and a window looking out across the playing fields that were covered in snow.

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Okay, come in. Shouldn't be too difficult and Harlow could handle this whole thing easily enough. Would hardly be the first time she'd flirted with a guy, even a married guy (though that was usually by accident). Technically would be the first time she flirted with a black guy, but she figured the overall principle had to be more or less the same. Plus she already knew that this one was thinking naughty thoughts and probably figured this visit would be starring them.

So putting on a smile, she headed on in. Harlow paused by the door, however, to make sure to carefully shut it behind her. Not lock: she'd need them to be heading out of there soon enough to actually get to the deed itself, but at least enough to give hints at some... impropriety. "Professor Anderson," she said, nodding her head as she came along to sit in the offered chair. "I'm just so glad you could come and see me! I know we get along in class and all, but it's always cool when a professor can see you outside," she nodded, before moving to lightly play with the edge of her hair. That was flirty, right? She shifted, looking up at him, trying to figure out how to best word it.

"So, you know my grades in your course are pretty good," she pointed out, figuring she'd start there. "It's just so easy to pay attention and all," there, add a little more flirtation in there. Never hurt when you were trying to establish a deal. Plus professor types liked being complimented on their big brains and their teaching ability. Also didn't hurt that it was true, though Harlow was the type who could pay attention in most classes... so long as she saw the point. Since History informed the world, it just made sense to her. "But, see, I have this boyfriend... well, boy friend," she bit her lip, looking away, "you know, Ryder Ellison? And he's... not doing as good," she offered, trying to pout a little. Harlow wasn't great at that: she hadn't needed to, since she wasn't a daddy's girl or anything. Still, it was alright, all things considered. "We could really use some help with that..." she trailed off, trying to subtly imply that there would be compensation.

They'd been clear in their discussions: get him to be the one to suggest something naughty. Would put more blame on him when the time came.

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And so it began, he thought. She wasn't a natural, it seemed, trying a bit too hard to flirt with him, but he would certainly entertain her and what she was looking for. He smiled softly at her as she began to speak, twirling her hair. Some of his previous lovers had been really good at the seduction thing. Some had played the innocent and naive part extremely well, before turning into a sexual deviant once the ice was broken. He wondered what type Harlow would be.

She complimented him, pointing out some obvious things, before working her way towards the meat of the subject. Yes, her grades were good---normally, they weren't, and the girl sought some 'extra credit', willing to do 'anything' for a passing grade---so he was interested to see where this was headed, whether she just wanted to bone her professor, or if she wanted to get something out of it. His head slowly bobbed as she revealed she had a boyfriend---he was pretty sure that meant she was screwing another guy, which made her being her even more enticing---and then he smiled a little more as the truth came out.

While she had not so much as said it out loud, she was offering to trade her body for a passing grade for her boyfriend. Jamal had to admit, it was kind of kinky. Obviously he was older and married---two facts that she knew---and most girls who came to him were not attached. But this girl, well, she had a boyfriend, an SO, but was still offering herself to him. That meant that they were pretty desperate for him to get a passing grade. So Jamal stood up, moving around his desk to stand in front of her, before resting his rear on the edge of his desk, leaning backwards slightly, his feet spread shoulder width apart.

"I've never had a student come to be on the behalf of another student, to improve their grade, Miss Harlow." He responds once she was finished. "It's certainly a unique situation to be in---since the student with the bad grade isn't here to work on improving their grade. Now, I think we both know why you're really here... and we both know just what you're willing to do to get that better grade for your boyfriend. So... to show you really mean it, I want you to take your jacket off and then come here..." He said, patting his thighs, meaning for her to come to him.

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Of course Harlow knew that Professor Anderson was big: she had class with him, and she sat fairly close to the front. So she'd been sitting down while he'd been standing up before. But realizing that in the abstract and facing him down as he got up and approached you while making it quite clear what you were both there to do? Yeah, he suddenly seemed that much bigger now. She was only five foot three, and slender, so he did have over a foot on her, and that wasn't counting the rather impressive amount of muscle he'd built up as well. Plus there was just something about black guys that made them seem that much more... intimidating? Harlow blamed her very white focused upbringing, really.

He even seemed to take a position that was all but indicating what was going to happen. Harlow had to stare up at him, which at least she was used to, but it definitely made her feel smaller, something she wasn't a huge fan of. She suppressed it, giving him another doey eyed look, which at least she had some practice managing. The setup was unusual, she had to admit, and the latter part had her actually flushing slightly. Damn, he was just getting right to it, wasn't he? She hadn't quite expecting him to be so... blunt.

"Um, sure, I don't see why not..." she said, biting her lip and glancing behind her to make sure there wasn't anyone else there. Harlow rose to her feet, fingers working over the jacket. It took her longer than it would normally to get it off, fumbling some with buttons and all. It came free, showing hints of the lightly tanned skin beneath. Harlow shimmied, tossing the shirt onto the chair behind her, as instructed more or less, standing there wearing just a simple lace bra. It held up her moderately impressive breasts, hiding them from the direct eye. At least Harlow had done some light modeling, so she could handle this. Mostly just posing for other art classes, nothing big. She came up, almost shyly, standing just a few feet from him, looking up.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't exactly have... anything else on underneath?" she said, looking down at her mostly bared chest then up at him.

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Jamal watched her fumbling with the buttons before the army jacket came off, revealing no shirt underneath, just a lace black bra that was simply for more than just comfort---it was for show. He had to admit, she had a nice body as well, now that her torso was revealed. He let his eyes roam over her appreciatively while he remained motionless, arms folded across his broad chest. She was certainly ready and willing, he thought---dressed for the occasion. He licked his lips, wetting them, before speaking again.

"Good girl." He murmured softly. "Now, this is your last chance to back out from this, and we can pretend this conversation never happened, that you were never in my office, trying to barter your body for a better grade." He paused, letting the words sink in, giving her a way out. "But if you want to go through with this, know that I am very... demanding, just like I am in the classroom. It's not going to be an Easy-A to obtain for your boyfriend and I hope you understand what that means. So, I'll give you a moment to think about it. Once you've made up your mind, you either dress and leave... or take your bra off and come to me."

He finished then, standing upright before moving over to the window to peer out. He wanted to give her some privacy, some semblance of not being pressured into anything, letting her make the decision. If she wanted him, if she wanted the grade, it would be up to her to make a move on him. At the same time, if she chickened out, she wouldn't have to do so under his gaze.

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The licked lips nearly made Harlow shiver. He was just... there was something there that was downright unnerving to her. Probably didn't help that they were in extremely dangerous territory. Harlow was seriously considering backing out. Was it worth it, really? She hadn't exactly slept around or anything. Yeah, a few boyfriends, and she and Ryder were definitely having sex regularly, but nothing too major, nothing like this. Harlow earned her grades. But they had to do this. It was just for a little bit of money, to get them through. No big deal. They weren't even going to blackmail him for very long... really.

Ugh, the good girl was not helping. Harlow had to fight the urge to shiver at that, reminding herself that she was supposed to be acting pretty seductive here. Plus he was almost literally falling into the trap: outright saying that she had to offer herself up for a better grade. That was exactly what they wanted him to say! Because Harlow hadn't initiated it, she could use that against him. Using that to fuel her joy, Harlow let her smile deepen, blue eyes lighting up slightly as she did. She barely heard the bits about demanding and whatnot: wasn't going to matter because it wasn't going to get to that point.

Okay, so he wanted her naked from the top up from the get go. Harlow could play ball: wasn't like he was asking her to strip completely. Probably wanted to do that first. Plus, she could always throw the shirt on over her naked torso for their quick journey to the lounge area. She waited for him to turn her back, and shifted around. It took some fidgeting to get the bra undone: they were tricky, and it wasn't like she wore the sexy lace numbers all that often (Harlow was much more a 'pull over the head' kinda gal). She finally got it, letting it fall free. She gave it a slight kick, figuring maybe it could be used for evidence later. Her breasts stood on their own, fairly moderate handfuls of slightly tanned skin. She had some natural slightly duskier coloration, and it went all the way to her slightly duskier nipples, which weren't quite fully erect.

Harlow shifted slightly, moving over a little more toward the window. "Uh, Professor? I'm ready to go when you are...?" she asked tentatively, reaching up to tap him on the shoulder. From there, she knew she'd have to lead him out to the lounge, Pied Piper style.

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Jamal turned around slowly, his face expressionless until he saw her topless. "Now, that's the sort of view I enjoy turning back around to." He responded, reaching out and grabbing her by the waist. His strong, powerful arms pulled her roughly against him, her petite frame against his giant size. His large hand covered the small of her back completely while his other hand slid up between them to squeeze one of her breasts firmly. His thumb rubbed over her nipple.

"I must admit, Harlow... that I've long admired you from afar... you have the most delightful looking body..." His hand on the small of her back traveled down, firmly grabbing her ass cheek, spreading it apart from her others in the jeans she still wore. "...and I look forward to seeing it naked. The female body is truly an art form, and it's one that I enjoy admiring as often as possible."

He leaned down then, bringing his face inches from hers. "And I do hope you'll try you hardest to get your boyfriends grade up for him. I don't like having to tell a girl to do something twice, if you catch my meaning. Now, it's time to taste those sweet lips of yours." He leaned in the rest of the way, pressing his mouth against hers.

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Harlow did have a little comeback ready for him, but it turned into a squeal as she found herself all but scooped up by him. Soon she found a hand around her waist, locking her in place, nearly pressing her much smaller body against his. Another sensation hit her chest, making Harlow gasp as she felt fingers teasing near her chest. The thumb just flicked a nipple, making her let out another squeak. "You really don't wanna mess around, huh?" she asked, trying to be playful, or at least be more of a participant in this.

She forced herself to look up at him and smile. Damn, were they really nailing this! He had looked at her, admired her, which meant lusting after her. Fuck, he was even jumping straight to talking about and groping her body. Harlow couldn't have dreamed up a better setup, except for maybe being closer to the door or having left her jacket on. Wasn't like he couldn't work over her chest with the shirt still draped over it. Harlow tried shivering, wondering if that could work.

The looming down had her looking up, already anticipating what he had in mind. "I don't think any teacher likes a bad student," she replied, smiling slightly. Harlow definitely got his suggestion now. She raised a hand up, cupping it around his head to try and help pull herself up. Even then, the girl was stretching up on her toes to press her soft pink lips against his. He had leaned in, but Harlow definitely wanted to make it look like she was interested. Get him going, work him up. Guys'll do whatever if you get them horny enough first. She even parted her lips slightly, giving full indication that he could just slide his tongue on in and stake some claim if he wanted. Her hands feathered about his neck and shoulders, getting a feel. _Damn, he's built! This is, like, all muscle! He's not a bad kisser either. Mrs. Anderson's one lucky bitch. Almost feel sorry for what I'm gonna do to them..._

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Jamal wasn't one to beat around the bushes. He was very forward with his desires, what he wanted and when he wanted them. He never saw the point in pretending like they weren't here to fuck. At their ages, that's all it came down to anymore. As a married man, he wasn't looking to fall in love and leave his wife. In fact, his life at home was quite good. His own daughters were off at another college, his wife took care of him and cooked him meals each night. They still had sex, frequently, but not nearly enough from him, and certainly not anything kinky other than her dressing up on occasion.

He pressed his tongue into Harlow's mouth, moaning softly as he tasted her for the first time. His tongue was long, pressing deep into her mouth and over her tongue. His hand on her breast slid over to her other breast, repeating the same treatment to it before giving the nipple a tug and a tweak. His hand on her ass squeezed and caressed it some more. He slowly turned them around before pressing her up against the window.

He kept her like that, mouthing with her, for a few long minutes, his arousal starting to grow in his pants, starting to poke her in the belly, before he broke off the kiss. Jamal, of course, had no idea that she wanted him in a different room, where her boyfriend was waiting to film and blackmail him. "Mhm... I think it's time to take your pants off so I can get the full picture..."

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That tongue felt fucking long ! Harlow kept expecting to find the end to it, or for him to just start reaching partway into her mouth or something. But she found herself dealing with a tongue that felt almost as big as Ryder's dick! Fuck, it actually felt a bit larger than some of the cocks that Harlow had in her mouth. Easy enough to put her lips on it, to even give it a little sucking action between kisses. Just bob her head slightly, act like it actually was a dick instead of just a flexible muscle. Easy to put that into practice, and should make her seem much hornier than she actually was.

Not that she wasn't starting to get revved up. His possessive hands upon her chest were doing their work. Teasing flicks drew little bursts of pleasure directly into her chest, making her jump with each one. She felt the dusky center tightening a little more, forming a harder target for him to work with. Caresses drew more arousal to the spot, Harlow's chest growing tighter and tighter. She could feel it pooling down between her legs as well. She let her own hands fall down upon his body, well, one anyway. One remained tucked behind his neck, to keep gripped, while the other moved to feel his chest for a few moments.

They turned... and not toward the door. Fuck! Harlow soon found her bared back against a window, making her squeal from the sudden cold on her skin. she arched slightly, shivering and twisting slightly. She could see some of the quad below, though it was highly unlikely that anyone would be looking up, and even if they did, they probably couldn't make it out, and even if they could, at most they'd see a blonde form pressed against a window, which could be anything or anyone. Harlow focused on kissing, both hands now cupping him to keep herself somewhat grounded.

Fuck, he could kiss for a while too. By the time he broke, Harlow was nearly panting. Her lips had that slightly stung look that came from too much work, and her breath came in slightly heavier gasps as she looked up at him. "Al---already?" she asked, adding a slightly nervous laugh. She twirled her hands along him, before moving up. "Wouldn't you rather get somewhere more... relaxing?" There, that should get the idea. Or at least delay it. Because she thought she felt something poking against her, and it definitely felt larger than a pencil.

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Jamal dropped his mouth to her breasts once the kiss broke, bending down low to reach them with his mouth. He sucked on her nipple, rubbing his tongue all over it before letting it slip from his mouth with a pop. He repeated the process to her other perk breast as she spoke and then perked up at her suggestion. This was something new. He didn't know how many girls he had fucked, bent over his desk or on the leather sofa in his office. He was pretty sure a good many of the varied stains on that sofa were his cum. But none of them has suggested they go someplace else---at least, not until after the first few times.

He had fucked a few of 'his' girls in the back seat of a car---theirs or hiss---parked in the woods off campus. He had fucked another in the locker room after one of the football games, her cheerleaders outfit lifted up to expose ass and tits. One he had even fucked in her dorm room over break, while most of the dorm was empty of students. A few he had even managed to take back to his home while his wife was away on business, fucking them in his marital bed. And all of them, of course, had been fucked in his office and even nearby classrooms.

He lifted his head up from her breasts and took a step back. "Oh---what did you have in mind?"

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Since when was Professor Anderson some sort of awesome lover? Harlow had heard the rumors, but hearing them and being on the receiving end of the reality were two very different circumstances. Even Ryder didn't often go in for the whole tit sucking, figuring it to be infantile (and usually Harlow agreed, though she did love it when he gave her breasts little playful nips). But this felt almost lewd, like he was slurping up at her. The rubbing felt almost sinful, making her writhe slightly, pressing against the window. It had even started to steam slightly, which Harlow really didn't want to think further about. Best to focus on the task at hand, mainly getting him to head somewhere else.

Okay, he was off her breasts. And away. Both made it that much easier to talk, and she could step away from the window, shivering. Though her chest still shimmered slightly from his saliva, dusky nipples two erect points on her chest, practically begging for further attention. "I was figuring the lounge?" she offered, gesturing in the vague direction she knew it to be. "It's got, like, those long, low sofas and stuff? Plus there's this code people use to discourage people from just wandering in there. Kinda a common area for people to head for, y'know, what we're doing, when their dorms are busy or whatnot," she shrugged. College students needed places to fuck, mostly. So they found them, had little codes and whatnot. Didn't hurt that said lounge would be essentially abandoned at this time of day, save for one key person.

Harlow stepped around, working her way back toward her shirt while still giving him a teasing smile. "After all, you want to be comfortable, right?" she asked. She reached down, fingers playing along her waistband for a few moments. That's right; You could have what's inside here. Just come with me to the lounge. She trailed her hands down to the button keeping them sealed. A finger flicked that up, the pressure letting her sag for just a bit, not even enough to show the lacy black thong she'd worn to match the bra. Harlow gave him an almost coquettish look, falling just short of batting her eyelashes. C'mon... take the bait!


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Andrew stared longingly as her breasts distanced themselves from his face. He wanted the connection, the contact, back immediately. As her body turned from his, he was afforded a view of her rear again, this time with the hint of the panties she wore underneath now that her pantyhose were gone, removing a layer of protection from her body. He nearly rose up out of his seat to follow her, bracing his arms to the side to prevent himself from doing so.

However, the act sent the books and his notebook falling to the ground. The sudden sound of the books landing on the floor pulled his eyes from her and to the origin of the noise. Loose leaf pages had exploded outwards. He cursed silently to himself before slipping forward from his chair to kneel down, reaching out haphazardly to grab at the assortment of loose leaf paper.

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The mood in the room had certainly gotten awkward, as much as Celina had tried to avoid it. Though perhaps part of it was her doing, as she gently tugged at her open shirt, the heat being much more alleviated this way, yet she couldn't help but suddenly feel a bit exposed. The touch of his flesh against hers was... rather swell. Her husband certainly had never done anything like that. It made her think about her life for a moment, at least until she heard the loud slaps of books and papers splattered all over the floor.

Turning around slowly, she glanced over him as he seemed to just jitter while random grabbing at the papers, in some cases, ruining them. Maybe this had been a bad idea but now she just felt guilty. "Here, let me help you," her voice sounded, a bit more hot and bothered than she might've liked. Taken out of context, it was almost like an invitation...

Kneeling down opposite him, Celina started to help him gather his papers. Of course, this invariably lead to that enticing cleavage bouncing about just within reach... Though at the same time, her kneeling had shifted her skirt, as one knee was down on the carpeted floor while the other stood up to hold her. He could see straight up it, at the soft, cotton panties that had lay hidden for so long. Its seam crossed over a very vague outline of where her nethers lay, the sweat having soaked the fabric just enough to cling to the outer edges of her sex. Frilly little designs adorned the hem of her panties, and a bright blue bow was the cherry on top.

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Andrew's hands had stopped reaching when she came over to help him. Bending towards him, her cleavage was exposed once more. It drew his eye like a moth to flame. One hand lifted up and started to reach for it, but then she turned around. It sent him over the edge. Her moved forward, coming up directly behind her.

The site of her panties, of the forbidden fruit they covered, made him loose it. He could see the faint shape of her pussy and wanted to know what it felt like. He moved right up behind her, bumping her forward onto all fours. His hands grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he mashed his groin against her, his hard cock straining for release as it pressed against her ass.

He leaned forward then, reaching forward, grabbing her shoulder with one hand, holding her against him and in place. His other hand reached around to those breasts, squeezing them firmly through the fabric that sill covered them. He grunted and moaned with unbridled pleasure and desire.

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At no point did Celina ever consider what would happen when her actions sent Andrew over the edge. It was just one of those things she had been ignorant about... everyone had. The boy had his needs and they certainly weren't being met. And this woman had just about done everything within her unwilling power to turn him on.

Celina didn't even have time to react as she felt herself suddenly falling, as if someone had come up from behind and just knocked her over enough to make her lose her balance. "A-ahn!" she squealed as she dropped the papers and notebooks she had held so as to shoot her hands out in front of her. She managed to catch herself into a doggy pose before the now loose cannon, though it wasn't until she felt the tight grip on her hips and the sudden banging against her still hidden nethers that everything went topsy turvy for her.

"H-huhn..." she muttered aloud, mostly in shock, as the hidden hardness of the boy slammed against her ever hotter loins. This wasn't something she'd ever experienced before... it just felt so dirty, being like this, like an animal.... And it wasn't until she felt the sudden harsh grope of her breast that she moaned out loud. "Hahnnnn!!!! Hann!!!" Celina couldn't help it, this rush that had overcome her, a sudden lust that had thrust itself through her body despite the lack of any penetration. Andrew had launched himself on her but... all her mind could feel was this rough sexiness.

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Andrew took her lack of resistance, her lack of resolve, to be an open invitation for him. His hand left her breast, but the one on her shoulder remained. There was slight relief on her backside as his hips moved away, but the unmistakable sound of his zipper was soon heard. Andrew freed his engorged cock from his pants, letting them fall down around his knees. His cock was hard and angry, the base surrounded by a smattering of pubic hairs that also covered his balls. He had always imagined losing his virginity to her, but never in quite this way.

That same, free-roaming hand tugged her short skirt up the rest of the way to her hips before sliding between her legs. He felt her warm, wet pussy through her panties with his hand, rubbing it for a moment more before he pulled her panties to the side---to the side, not down, but to the side---exposing her bare lips to him. He pressed forward then, aiming his cock at her entrance, moaning with pleasure as the tip of his cock found purchase at her opening and the first inch slid in.

His hand no longer needed there moved to her hip, holding her in place as he prepared to thrust himself into his teacher-crush.

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Celina's hands shifted about a few inches here, a few inches there, slipping and sliding about the papers beneath as she felt powerless. The shock hadn't receded from her body, much less her mind. It all felt so... she wanted to say wrong but the heat was clouding her mind... but what heat was it? The continued groping of her breast readily hardened her nipples, a thing she wasn't used to happening so fast. What was going on with her body that she had lit up like a rocket?

"Andrew...!!" she started to say, mostly a blur from her mouth than anything else, as she felt the hard, dry humping stop. Surely he had realized what he had done and was starting to get off, the release of her breast proved it. But... why did he still hold her like that, as if holding her in place? The sound of the zipper only made her eyes widen and she instinctually looked back over her shoulder, only to make her mouth gape as well.

"W-wait!" she cried out, rather than 'STOP!' There was a flutter of jolts about her body, as some meek attempts to get out of the way were made. But whether it could be interpreted as resistance wasn't exactly clear, especially not to him. In fact... the jiggle of her ass before her as a result might've come off as an invite...

"Andrew wait!" she cried, more desperately now, as if she needed him or something. This was in conjunction of him shifting her skirt and rubbing her, and by the time he exposed her as the utterly soft and now wet fabric fit snugly in the tiny crevice between her engorged mound and her thigh, a blast of heat came from her lovely looking pink lotus, as if welcoming him in. A shake of her head was all she could do to stop him, but it likely wouldn't matter, not when she could feel his thick tip prod past her outermost walls. "Andrew!!"

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Andrew was lost to her. He was about to become lost inside of her. Her verbal protests meant nothing as she wiggled her ass against him, encouraging him to follow through with what he was about to do. So he did it. He thrust forward again, spearing an inch of his cock into her. Her pussy was wet and moist already, making his entrance easier. His fingers dug into both her shoulder and her hip as he pulled back and thrust again, and then again and again. Each time he stabbed his cock into his teachers pussy, another inch, pressing in deeper and deeper until his cum-laded bulls pressed up against her, all 8.5 inches of his thick cock buried inside of her. He nearly came then.

His teacher's pussy was tight, squeezing around him. He had never felt anything like it before and had always imagined that he would cum the second his cock slid inside a pussy. And the action, the feeling, was nothing like what it appeared to be in porn. The real thing was a million times better, the friction was real, the pussy was wet but tight. He knew that now that he had gotten a taste, he was going to need more from her.

His hand on her shoulder slid down the length of her back to grab her other hip and then he started to fuck her, right there on the floor in the middle of her office. His thrusts were slow at first, deliberate. He moved back a few inches and then rammed himself back in, hard and deep, wanting to be as deep in her as he could be. Then a pause of a second or two before he repeated the process. Soon, though, he was moving his hips quicker and quicker until he was sliding constantly back and forth, half his length moving in her at a time.

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Somehow, Celina couldn't find the words 'No' or 'Stop' and instead, she could only seem to cry out his name. "Andrew!" Course, in the secluded part of the school where they were, it was unlikely anyone would hear her cry, though there were several janitors up and about who had seemingly random forays about the school, not to mention the track team tended to loop around just outside the closed window. As it was though, her body would've been more than inviting to him, with her resistance easily chalked up to any excuse. "A-aHnn!!" she cried further, feeling the combined assault of his first foray into her and the digging of his fingers into her flesh.

It nearly made her collapse, she certainly wasn't used to this. Already her arms wobbled with weakness, though again she felt a deeper penetration through her quivering entrance. "HAHann!!" Each time he impaled himself further and further into her, her lusciously long, brown hair bucked about and swirled back down her back. Not to mention the hot natural lube that started to coat his dick as he penetrated her.

This position was so demeaning... yet it felt so hot. Being taken from behind like this... why had she never tried it? And the way he gripped her... it was just a swirl of lustful emotions within her mind that clouded her otherwise faithful attitude that never would've allowed this. "HHAANNN!!!" She felt it, so deep, stretching her beyond what she was used to. It was almost painful in a way, a reduced feeling of losing her virginity, really, getting stretched beyond her usual limit.

But by this point, there was little she could other than allow it. His cock felt so big inside of her, and her walls were already trying to actively push him out, squeezing him dick, only for the lube to betray her and allow him to grow pleasure from it instead. Despite being very familiar with sex, this was a completely different experience. Not to mention when he started to really go for it. "AHN!! HHAANNN!!! HHHAANNN!!!" Her shrieks of pleasure as the sounds of hot flesh slapping against flesh filled the small, cramped space, and the speed which he used to ram into her newly expanded depths was just too much for her to handle. She wanted it to stop... she hated it! She didn't want this... But her body convinced her otherwise. If he kept this up, she might actually orgasm.... perish the thought!

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Andrew felt her giving in, moaning his name, moaning with pleasure, as he fucked her. It had all been a setup, he realized. The way she had taken her clothes off, exposing herself, drawing his attention to her breasts, until finally she had bent over in front of him, flashing her panties to him---panties otherwise covered up by her pantyhose---making him lust after her. Maybe she had pretended this whole time not to know who he was, to tease him, to egg him on, while knowing all the while that he desired her---and she really desired him.

His body slapped against hers, his balls and thighs getting sticky with her juices as they coated his cock with each thrusts. He had no idea that he was bringing vast amounts of pleasure to her, but things now seemed to be like they were in porn. Of course, he wasn't going to last much longer---this was his first time and all the sensations and emotions were overwhelming. He only thought about his own impending pleasure, his finally few thrusts harder and faster than any of the ones before.

With one final thrust, he buried himself inside of her. He moaned his pleasure as his whole body went tense, his cock swelling and pulsating inside of her. His balls clenched together and his cock erupted, filling her with spurt after spurt of his virgin seed. It lasted several seconds, at which point he collapsed forward, her ass against his pelvis as he leaned over her. His sweaty forehead pressed against her back as he breathed heavily, his cock remaining hard inside of her.

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To Celina, all of this had come out of nowhere. The only time she felt a twinge of something sexual was from the 'accidental' rubbing of his face in her breasts but... sex? She had never thought about that, ever! Not with one of her students, and certainly not with anyone but her husband! And yet, the hard thrusting into her, forcing her open and to adjust to a larger size than she was used to... even the completely different angle from what she typically had going... it was all a mixture that intoxicated her. She couldn't deny this was random act of sex was far more desirable than the slow love she used to enjoy with her husband. Whether she could go back was yet to be seen.

"HHAANNNN!!! OOAHHNNN!!!" her shrill voice continued to moan and shriek, jerked on by the rhythm of his thrusts. Each pound gouged her body forward, the constant rocking from the spring back as he tugged oppositely along her walls only making it that much hotter. Celina felt utterly hot from the dense rubbing of his wet dick against her drenched walls, to the point that she couldn't help but grip him more actively. What's more, his length ensured that his tip narrowed much closer to her womb than she had ever felt before.

He just needed to keep going a few more minutes... then for sure, she would cum! Finally she would experience a climax during sex! And her trembling body couldn't bare but to keep going. Yet when he suddenly stopped, so deep inside, and she felt the harsh pulses of his veins against her fleshy insides, her eyes widened as she realized what that meant. "WAIT!" she cried out, desperate for release herself. She was so close! He just needed to last a bit more!

But she couldn't help but scream out loud as the hot seed splattered her insides, the burst much hotter than she was used to. "AAHHHHNNNN!!!!" Shivering and jerking, the cum inside of her nearly toppled her over, but instead, all it did was bring her to verge. Celina could only hope he could keep going as she felt him bury his sweat ridden face into her back, and she remained like that as long as his cock remained impaled inside her. "Nrhgn..." she uttered lowly, her face totally red.

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Andrew recovered a few moments later, straightening back up. He found his cock still hard inside of her and she made no motion to make him stop, or pull away from him. He didn't know if this was normal or not, but since he was still hard he didn't see why he should stop. He straightened up and slapped both hands onto her ass, flexing his cock in her, before grabbing her hips again.

He started thrusting once more, his cum adding to the lubrication, allowing him to slide harder and faster then before. "Oh yes, Mrs Celina..." He moaned, his first words in what seemed like days. "...you like that? You like the my cock fills you?" He moaned, hard and long thrusts ramming into her entire body. His knees were starting to rub raw on the carpet of her office and he thought that he might need to change positions soon otherwise he'd start bleeding from his knees.

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The overflow of his inserted cum had gotten Celina near the edge so hard, that when he stopped, she quickly started to recede, much to her disappointment. It even got awkward as she remained there, on her hands and knees, feeling the boy half passed out against her, yet he still hadn't slid out. Her husband certainly lacked that staying power, and she wondered what he would do next. "Mghn..." Celina was slow to say anything, knowing that despite her utter enjoyment of it, she couldn't bring herself to admit it. She was happily married! What kind of woman would she be if she betrayed her husband like that? Despite the fact that they just did it, she felt as long as she didn't acknowledge it, her conscience was at peace.

So it was much to her surprise when she felt him wake up behind her that he suddenly slapped her butt, causing her to groan in unwanted pleasure, and felt him starting up again. This time, his cock fit along a lot easier, not only due to the added lubrication but her tract had adjusted to match. "Uhhn... hannnn..." she uttered, her pleasured groans a lot more tame now that her first time doing it like this with him was over. Instead, she had more control over her volume and her body, but mentally she was still in pain. As a result, she refused to respond to him, but her body did all the talking, and his dirty talk got her squeezing him further.

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Andrew's knees were starting to burn and he slowed his thrusts. He didn't know how to proceed entirely, but after a moment, he started pressing forward, leaning his weight into before reaching out. He tugged on her arms and forced her to lay flat on the ground. It took the pressure of his knees instantly. He could feel her firm ass pressing up against him, into his pelvis and lower stomach.

He spread his legs out for better purchase on the floor and began thrusting again. He began humping her, hard and fast. He laid down on top of her and buried his face against the side of her neck, starting to kiss and suck on her there as his cock reamed into her depths once more.

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"MMhnnn.. hhnn..." Celina groaned out, her hot voice showing just how much she was enjoying it, even if it was against her will. Though as he slowed down, her eyes wandered sideways, trying to see what was the hold up. Now that she'd gotten a taste of rough sex, she wanted more! Oh how utterly exciting it was! She was sure if she could go back to plain old missionary...

Though as he took hold of her arms and started to pry them away, she gasped. "W-what are you..." The moment her palms were off the floor, she immediately collapsed with a hard THUD, though her breasts took the brunt of it. "AHn!" If she found doggy pretty hot, then this was utterly fantastic! Pinned beneath him, she felt so helpless to resist... and it turned her on immensely, particularly as he continued to hold her arms back.

"HAANN!! HHAANNN!!!" Celina screamed as he started back up, with gravity giving his strokes an extra boost in strength with this new angle. Not to mention it gave him access to another minor erogenous zone, though with this amazing fucking, it only amplified her desires.

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Andrew slammed into his teachers slick, cum filled pussy, trying to pound her into the floor as he did so. He grunted and moaned with the effort, his cock never having been so hard in his life. His balls slapped against her slit and there was no mistaking the lewd sounds that filled the air. Nor the puddle of leaked juices and cum starting to stain the ground beneath them.

His mouth sucked and kissed and then gasped for air, a cycle repeated, as he kept up a steady and hard pace into her pussy. Had he known that this was what sex was like earlier, he may have come to her much, much earlier to experience these sorts of joys!

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As for her part, Celina couldn't believe how potent these feelings were. The desperation in the boy's inexperienced strokes had this instinctual power to them that made her body feel the intensity all the more. This was nothing like being with her husband, slow and steady and loving sex. This was a call for help, a desperate gamble on his part, and one that, for that moment in time, seemed to be paying off. His teacher had never, EVER thought about doing anything like this, but his deeply rutting cock and his overpowering incentives proved to be more than enough to subdue her true feelings.

"HAnngg!! HHaannn!!!" Again, her body started to really feel it, albeit at a slower rate than before, with the immediate shock of being suddenly penetrated being over. Instead, it was a steady climb to what she hoped would be her eventual climax, to the point she might not even have to have sex with her husband tonight.


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Even though it took her 45 minutes longer to get home, Diana took the same subway train as if it were religion, always the same spot at the same time... because every day she went 45 minutes out of her way was 45 minutes spent with... him. He was quiet and withdrawn, typically too busy looking at twitter on his phone to even notice her, though she changed her style of dress to attract his attention and done everything she could think of to get him to notice her.

He was oblivious. Beautifully so in such a packed environment, it was a blessing really that he even got off on the right stop. Today was no different, the train packed so tight she was pressed against his back in the most pleasant of ways. She could smell his cologne---a crisp scent that broke up the stench of the subway itself. He smelled like clean linen and salt water. She had lingered too long in his presence, had been too long left to her own fantasies to be able to hold herself calm and collected.

Her hands wanted him, to touch him and feel him. She wanted him in ways she couldn't describe and ways she shouldn't. She needed him. It emboldened her. Pressed into his back, it was easy to slide her hand around to his front, soft across his thigh until it grasped his cock through his pants. "Thick... My god." Her teeth bit her lip as the train rocked and knocked her more firmly into him, his front pressing into the wall as her hand stroked him now outside of his pants.

He could make a scene and cause the whole train to see him yelling at an innocent petite redhead... or he could enjoy it. She hoped quietly for the latter.

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Sam took the same route home everyday. He was a guy of routine, liking his casual patterns and the way his life went, everything predictable. Everything the way it should be. From work, to home. Home to work. He did work perhaps a bit too much, and that might explain the lack of much of a social life, but he found work rewarding. Perhaps, once he got that promotion, he would take more time for himself. It was hard to say, really. For now, however, his social life was gaming online, and his sex life was masturbation---he preferred more emotional, mental intimacy before sexual ones, and so one-night stands were never really his speed.

On this particular day, thing did not go as normal. On his ride home from work, the casual, packed subway, he scrolled through Twitter on his phone as the car jostled people together. Suddenly, he could feel a body pressed to his, more firmly than just brushing. Breasts pushing into his back as a hand slid around to his front, grasping the thick, long cock in his pants, his chest pressed to the wall of the car as her hand stroked his length, bringing him to an unwilling hardness against her touch. His neck whipped around, trying to get a glimpse of the woman, but all he could see was a short, petite figure, with brilliant red hair. He made a soft sound of surprise and objection, squirming a little, but the wall and her body trapped him in place, as did the crowd.

"What... stop..." He panted softly, trying to turn around, but trapped nonetheless.

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The softly rocking subway car made it easy for Diana to stay pressed against his back, the warmth of his body through the clothes he wore, her eyes closing as she smelled his cologne and felt him growing stiff inside of her hand. Gods above, her fingers working him still even as he panted for her to stop. It was really so loud in this train, she couldn't imagine it would be easy for her to hear such softly spoken words... no, worse. She didn't want to stop.

Her weight pressed into him and she held him firm against the wall, fingers working his zipper down slowly as she pulled his cock free of his pants, stroking him. "Make me."

[Assistant] The feeling of the cool air against Sam's shaft startled him as she had worked his zipper down, revealing his long, thick shaft and stroking him openly, her soft, small hand wrapped around his length as she challenged him. He tried to twist or turn to face her, but the advantage now was that he couldn't turn---his stiff prick was out and visible, and turning around would face him to the whole car. A low groan escaped him, ending in a pitiful sound of frustration and desperation as he squirmed slightly, cock throbbing and hips bucking involuntarily. "Please... why...?"

[User] Sam's cock felt warm and stiff in Diana's hand, throbbing softly with his heartbeat as he tried to get away from her, but he was stuck between her hands and indecent exposure. His soft whimpered question made her wet between her thighs and she lifted herself onto her tip toes, "Because I desire you. I've watched you and wanted you. I've touched myself thinking of you. I want you, in all of the ways a woman can want a man... and you never once even knew I existed until now." She whispered softly, letting her thumb rub over his tip, her body pressing into him. "Because I need you."

[Assistant] Her words caused him to squirm more, a strange sense or arousing dread as she made it clear this wasn't the first time she'd had these kinds of thoughts about him, and he shuddered, once at her words, then again as her thumb grazed over the very sensitive tip of his cock, making his hips buck. "Ohhhh... ah ah..." Sam panted, eyes tightly shut, hips beyond his control now. As much as his mind didn't want this, didn't want a strange, creepy girl to be stroking his cock in the public of a subway train, he couldn't escape. And moreover, his body... his body didn't want her to stop.

[User] Her hand continued to stroke him, her free hand reaching into her pocket, grabbing her phone and wrapping it too around his body. The angle was terrible, she was able to get a swift picture of him, cock in her hand and his face in it as well. She locked the phone with it on her screen still, letting it sit where he could view. "Do you see this?" She purred, stroking him more firmly as she pressed into him, "You will get off at this stop. Now. You will go down the hallway to the right all the way to the end. Or I will send this photo to your boss. I'll tell him you sent it to me, unsolicited. Do you want to test me? Or will you be a good boy?"

[Assistant] Sam didn't notice her phone until the very moment she snapped the photo, and he jerked in surprise, his body shuddering as she stroked him more firmly, each stroke making him bite his lip so he didn't moan loudly. Her words rang in his ears loudly, and he was certain that this wouldn't end well for him---likely fucked, robbed, and left laying in that hallway. But he also didn't want to risk that. His job was important, he'd worked so very hard. He slowly nodded, letting her know that he'd do as she asked, biting his lip. "Fine." He muttered, defeated.

[User] The phone returned to her pocket as she stroked his cock firmly, grasping his tip and pinching it in between her fingers harshly, "I'm sorry---what did you say? I didn't hear you say you'd be a good boy." She growled, letting her nail dig into his wet tip. "I want to hear you tell me that you'll be a good boy." She whispered, his precum making her fingers slick as the train started to slow in preparation of coming to a stop soon.

[Assistant] She gripped the tip of his cock with a hard pinch, causing his hips to jump and a sharp gasp to escape him, writhing against the sensation. "Fuck, fuck!" Sam panted, hands gripping into balls at his sides. "I'll... I'll be a.. good boy." He said quietly, choking on the words as he said them, utterly humiliated that she could manipulate him so easily into doing exactly what she wanted. Clearly, she'd planned this out, or simply had imagined what it would be like to take control of him. He could feel the train slowing, and for once, he was filled with dread.

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The pinching nail released pressure moments after the words left his mouth, using her slick fingers to rub over the sensitive area slowly before Diana stroked him the last few times, sliding his wet cock back into his pants. Her lips pressed against the back of his neck softly as the doors opened and she pushed him towards them, her arm looping gently with his so he couldn't so easily run away from her, her body angled slightly behind him as she pushed him in the direction she wanted. The hallway was poorly lit as she knew and ended with a small nook to the left, which she promptly pushed him into.

Out of sight of people, she worked his belt off, loosening his pants as she pressed him into a wall, "Don't you want this at all?" She gasped, her hands wrapping around his thick length as her lips found his in a harsh kiss, "Because you're all I think about at night. You're... irresistible."

[Assistant] Sam practically panted as her fingertips ran over the sensitive tip of him, his cock wet and slick with precum, bulging against his pants as she attempted to hide him away once more. Her arm looped through his with a deceptively gentle touch, a touch that hid exactly how deviously dangerous this pretty thing was. The hallways she led him to was dimly lit and she pushed him quickly into a nook in the wall, technically out of sight, but still dangerously close to the main walkway, where people walked past, heading home for the evening. Her hands worked hungrily, aggressively, tearing at his belt and pressing him firmly back against the wall. It was cold as her hands wrapped around his cock, and her lips pressed to his hard and rough, silencing any objections to her words as his hips bucked once more under her touch.

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His hips bucked into her and that was all the invitation she needed, her hands hungry on him as she worked his cock slowly, a soft moan of need coming from her. Her lips pulled from his tenderly despite her want, her free hand moving under his shirt to stroke up his soft belly and towards his chest. "Mmmfffuck," She softly whispered, pressing into him as she lowered herself down onto her knees.

The hunger of her hands paled in comparison to that of her mouth, her lips wrapping around his leaking tip as she slid him into her mouth, tongue flicking across his tender hole before she started to work him in and out of her mouth, tongue pressing up against the underside as she formed a quick suction. She groaned softly as she tasted his precum, her eyes peeking up at him tenderly to gauge his pleasure.

[Assistant] She kissed him in a surprisingly romantic manner for how eagerly she was forcing him into this sexual moment. Her hand slid under his shirt, caressing along his soft stomach and through the hair she found there. Her mouth took him hungrily as she slid to her knees, tongue flicking as he squirmed a little. Her mouth felt very very warm, wet, delicious, but so wrong. He had no idea who this woman was, but here she was one her knees, taking his cock into her mouth, eyes looking up at him sweetly as he squirmed, biting his lip, trying not to openly moan.

[User] He might not have been moaning and pressing into her but Diana could read the expression on his face, his teeth biting his lip a giveaway that he was enjoying it. So she took it slow, savoring him as if he were the most decadent dessert in the world and she wished to savor every taste. Her tongue slid of his tip appreciatively, hands working his length slowly. She slid him totally out of her mouth and let her lips run down his length, pressing soft kisses against his flesh. "I could suck you for hours." She purred, letting her tongue slide up the tip of his cock again before sliding him back in.

[Assistant] She lavished along Sam's cock, and if she hadn't blackmailed him into this position in the dark shadows of a public subway, Sam might have described her manner as loving, worshiping his dick. She purred, tongue lapping at his rigid sex. Her words were delivered with something like a promise, but to him, to him it sounded like a threat. But, disturbingly, being threatened by her only made him harder, made him ooze more sticky, hot precum onto her eager tongue as she pressed his length back into her hot mouth, coaxing a stifled groan from his lips as he squirmed lightly, doing his best not to enjoy the very pleasurable sensations she was causing to run up his spine.

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It seemed that he was aroused by the situation, his cock dripping thick and delicious precum onto her tongue now, her mouth eagerly licking it away. "Mmm." Diana groaned softly her appreciation for it, her hands sliding down beneath her own clothes to her own sex, softly arousing herself as she continued to suck him. Her fingers moved slow between her folds, rubbing her clit in soft circles before moving on and pressing into herself gently, working at the same pace that she now worked on his cock.

She continued this for a long moment before sliding him out, her arousal-slicked hand coming up to stroke him to keep him hard. "Get down here on your knees." She purred, giving his tip a quick but harsh suck, "I want you."