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I sent a picture of me in school uniform to my friend Libby’s mobile. After receiving it she called me and said, “I want you dressed exactly like that when I come over on Friday afternoon.”
Oliver, my husband, was going golfing over the weekend, and Libby was staying at ours, Friday to Sunday.
I heard her car pull into our driveway, then the doorbell rang. Dressed exactly as she requested, I made my way downstairs and opened the front door. The expression on her face told me she liked what she was seeing, but, to my delighted surprise, she stood before me the very epitome of the strict school headmistress.
Simply beautiful in a doublebreasted suit solid dress, white with double pockets on either side and six gold buttons, she said that apart from black stockings and heels, she was otherwise naked.
Holy moly, she truly was a feast for my eyes, and I couldn’t wait for her to come inside.
She said seeing me dressed in that y outfit had her so wet, and so we proceeded upstairs, stopping in the kitchen.
She had me stand in front of her, then she slipped my blazer off, telling me she wanted to admire my full breasts through the fresh white cotton.
She teased and stretched my nipples until I gave a loud moan. Sitting me back on the table, she began sucking my toes through my sheer stockings, massaging my arches with her thumbs.
Putting my legs over her shoulders, she pressed her face against my pussy telling me she wanted to inhale the scent of my arousal. She kissed my bare thighs, then pulled the wet white cotton of my panties aside and started licking my swollen wet lips.
With me well and truly aroused, she stood and took my panties off. Slipping a finger deep inside me, she began to slowly fingerfuck me. Adding a second finger, curling to catch that special spot, she made me moan and scream and writhe in pleasure.
After I orgasmed hard, she removed her dress and clad only in stockings and heels. She climbed on the table and started to ride my face, soaking me with her cum.
Removing herself from the table, she removed my tie, unbuttoned, and took off my white shirt, followed by my short skirt, leaving me in nothing but stockings and heels.
Sucking hard on my rigid nipples, she rubbed my pussy and held me as I shuddered and came in her arms.
Telling me that I’d been such a naughty girl, she bent me over the table and spanked what she called that lovely, firm ass of yours.
Next, she looped my tie around my neck and led me to my bed… asking where I kept my strap on.
She stood at the end of the bed with me lying prone before her, then bound my hands to the headboard with the school tie.
I could feel the warm handprints decorating my ass cheeks, most certainly in shades of pink where she’d punished me.
My pussy tingled and, according to her, glistened with a sheen of cum. She said, “Now that I’ve secured your hands low, you have to kneel,” and so I did as commanded.
With a final tug on the leather straps, she secured the strap on securely to her waist.
I felt the head of the strap on part my pussy lips and nestle between my folds.
She moved onto the bed and started to run her hands along my stocking clad thighs.
Then she rubbed the end of the black rubber cock against my cunt lips, making me moan aloud, wiggling my ass.
She leaned back and with the fake cock head against my pussy, she applied a little pressure.
Suddenly she stopped, took a pause, leaving me moaning in frustration. She flexed her hips and her “cock” slipped straight into my cunt.
Groaning in delight, I moved in time with her long slow strokes, eager for her to fill the depths of me. She stroked, my breathing deepened as my ass rocked towards her.
She sucked her thumb wet with her saliva before forcing it into my ass. I bucked and let out a little squeal.
I feared for the beds integrity as, with a primal scream, my orgasm hit, her thighs and pussy covered in my juices as my body spasmed in delight.
Slowly, she withdrew her “cock”. My pussy gaped, a trail of cum running out and down my thighs.
She picked up my phone and with a click, click, click, snapped a series of closeup pictures, obscene in their graphic detail, each telling a tale of debauchery.
She hit send and they arrived in her own inbox. Moments later, they arrived in Oliver’s too.
