Kinks: Masturbation, Exposure Risk

With a small flick of her crop, Glynda filled her office with nothing but the sound of a lock clicking into place. A long sigh followed from her lips as she sat back in her seat, relaxing for the first time in days. Everything in the world tried with all the might available to stop her from having even a moment to herself, but occasionally, the Good Witch succeeded in obtaining just one moment. This time, she had a perfect plan for that moment.

Placing her crop down, she reached for her blouse and popped the buttons open one after another, leaving just a few closed. She followed it by spreading both sides of the blouse wide, allowing her large chest to spill out. She couldn't be more happy with her choice to opt for a strapless bra that day, making it just an instant more before her stiff pink caps revealed themselves to the cool office air.

"Mmh~," she moaned, feeling tension already leaving her body from the most minimal of teasings. Glynda couldn't remember the last moment she satisfied herself and it was clearly too long prior.

As she aimed to bring down her skirt, a thought popped into her head. With so little time to herself, it would be a shame to miss out on indulging in some of her other...preferences.

Picking up her crop once more, the sound of a clicking lock filled the air again, followed this time by the slow opening of her door. Just an inch, enough to hear the slightest movement from the outside. Glynda's breathing picked up in pace as she considered the risks she willingly exposed herself to.

Reaching for her skirt once more, she carefully grabbed the slim piece of fabric and the lacy garment underneath and began to slide them down, soon allowing them to fall off her legs and onto the floor. Her skin flushed with arousal as more of the cool air struck her damp sex, bringing forth another slight moan.

One hand came up to gently cup one breast, placing the slightest pressure on the perfectly-shaped mound while her palm rubbed against the stiff, sensitive nub at the peak. She closed her eyes and pulled off her glasses as she started massaging the area, bringing forth enough pleasure that she couldn't help but moan with more force. The fact that a careful listener could hear her outside the room made it all the more satisfying.

She slowly brought her other hand down to the soaked petals below, appreciating the smoothness that greeted her thanks to recent efforts to maintain a 'perfect' appearance, if only for herself. Her fingers became sticky as she narrowly avoided the sensitive nub at the top, waiting just a few moments more before she granted herself that pleasure.

A pair of fingers dipped into the warm hole between her lips, stretching it just enough that she felt it while her warm digits met the warmer insides of her core. A slight probe quickly turned into an impatient thrust as she lost control of herself for just a second, quickly halting as her other hand snapped to her mouth. The almost pained moan she muffled would have alerted anyone in the hall, telling them just what the esteemed teacher spent her free time doing.

Delighting even further in the image provided by her imagination, Glynda returned her fingers to her breast as she pushed back in her seat, giving her more room from her desk. At once she brought both her legs up to brace her heels on the edge, giving anyone that walked into the room a perfect view of her long legs and the perfect snatch at the end.

Bringing her fingers out from her pussy, Glynda began to rub smooth, even circles around her slit. Her breathing picked up even further as her nerves sent wave after wave of pleasure to her mind. Just a simple touch already brought her more pleasure than some lovers of the past, telling her just how much she knew her own body.

She restrained herself as much as she could when moans started to pour from her lips, quiet and still full of lust while they threatened to let any lucky faunus hear their teacher. A pool of slick juices started to pour from her sex just the same, gathering on her chair and even streaking down to fall to the floor. The glistening liquid coated her fingers fully and brought about a sticky noise with every motion she made, giving Glynda the sensation that she was being absolutely filthy at that moment, drenching herself and giving her students and colleagues an opportunity to see just how much.

Before she knew it, Glynda gasped and shook as her chest heaved. A small climax struck her core, coming up on her unexpectedly while she thought about the look on Ozpin's face should he walk in. Thinking about the image only made the orgasm last longer, making her wish for her mind to provide more and more detail. He would be shocked, yet intrigued- or wait, would it even be Ozpin? Possibly a student, one that would take great pleasure in seeing her so exposed. Xiao Long wouldn't hesitate to announce her presence, and likely even suggest joining in.

Her breath hitched as she came again to the thought of a wild, blonde head of hair moving about between her legs, bringing an enthusiastic tongue to her delicious folds. Glynda knew she would have to keep a firm hand on that head if she wanted to keep control of the girl, just as they would both enjoy.

Returning to the real world, Glynda brought a pair of fingers to her touch-starved clitoris. The painfully sensitive nub soaked up the attention with desperate thirst, sending lightning through the woman's senses. Her gasps and moans fought harder and harder to come out as loud as they wished, threatening to break free of her control entirely.

"Ha-haaah~!" Glynda gasped and snapped her head upward as she climaxed once more, filling her body with the most powerful rush of ecstasy that she'd felt in ages. She felt juices spraying past her fingers as her body spasmed, filled with varying levels of sensation from her head to the toes trying to curl in her pointed heels. The high lasted for minutes, turning her stressful life into a perfect, blissful euphoria.

Only as she came down from the high did Glynda open her eyes and look down, seeing a trail of her own cum leading from her chair all the way to her desktop and even giving the clothing left on the floor a fair coat. She would have to think of a way to handle the mess, but possibly only after a few more minutes of sitting as she was. It wouldn't hurt to give someone more of a chance to improve this moment of hers, would it?