DCM A/N: Okay, we made a mistake in saying that SydneyAlice is this week, she is next week. This week we have a new author to SML, PrincessxoAmber, who is working hard at squeezing those lemon muscles. She choose a picture prompt from the blog to work with, so if you missed it, here is the link: dirtycheekymonkeys(.)blogspot(.)com/2011/04/squeeze-my-lemon-may-4(.)html Ready, set, squeeze!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Squeeze My Lemon~~~~~~~~~ 05.04.11~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beta: Karebear1965
Teacher Conference:
It was the day that all the kids got out for Spring Break, and I was sitting at my desk grading a stack of tests. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to be out in the rare sunshine, which Forks, Washington was experiencing for the day. Instead, I had to do the monotonous task that every teacher had to do, especially before a break. My students this semester, were smart, but not very enthusiastic about anything historic. To them history, was the last seasons' fashion line, or which celebrity went to rehab last week. They didn't want to listen to the stories about people who forged our country. They wanted to text message and email each other.
I took my glasses off my face, laid them on my desk, loosened my tie, and pushed my buttoned sleeves up to my elbows, when I heard a knock on my door. I turned to see one of my co-workers leaning against my door. "Mr. Whitlock?" her angelic voice asked, "Are you too busy to help me with something?"
She didn't wait for me to answer. She just sauntered into my classroom, her fuck-me heels clicking away at the tile, and plopped herself down on my desk. She crossed her legs and her black pencil skirt shifted above her knees. I had to bite back a moan when I realized I could see up her skirt and noticed she didn't have on any panties.
She continued with her outspoken thoughts while I silently imagined every single way I could take her body before she would pass out from exhaustion. "Mr. Whitlock, I'm trying to get my students to read this book, and they tell me it's too old," she sighed dramatically, "and I was hoping, you could tell me how you spice history up for them."
Suddenly, her hand went to her silky red blouse and she unbuttoned the first two buttons, "Is it hot in here Mr. Whitlock? Maybe you should get someone to look at your thermostat."
On its own accord, my hand reached up and stroked her inner thigh, and she smacked it away. "Mr. Whitlock! What do you think you are doing?"
I didn't say anything; I just stood up and locked my lips with her pouty ones. My tongue darted out to taste her, and I was happy in my discovery to find her usual strawberry lip gloss was coated along her lips.
She returned my kiss and weaved her hands into my hair and locked her legs around my waist. Her heels dug into my ass and reached up to unbutton the rest of her blouse. I pushed it down her shoulders, and it hit my desk, when I looked back up, I was brought almost to my knees at the sight of her lacy white bra. Her hands moved from my hair toward my belt. She slid my pants and boxers down with only the heels of her shoes and this time, I moaned out loud.
I grabbed one of her legs and hitched it over my hip, allowing the other to hang down. My mouth went directly to her collar bone. My hand ventured toward her center, and as soon as I touched her, she bucked her hips. Her heat was covered in her arousal, and again I let out a moan of pleasure.
"Can I taste you?" I heard myself asking before I could stop.
"Please," She threw her head back and let out her out moan.
I didn't even bother pulling her skirt down. I pushed it up and fell to my knees at my desk. She moved to the edge and placed her heel coated feet on my shoulders. I licked her once and was rewarded with a plethora of juices to follow. I drug my finger over her swollen nub. I slowly kissed all around her sex, everywhere but where she actually wanted me to touch her.
She finally had enough and forcefully grabbed my hair and pushed my face directly into her hot box. She moaned again and laid all the way back on my desk. Her feet stayed planted on my shoulders, and I felt the heels digging into them. I grabbed her ass cheeks and kneaded them with my palms. Her hips moved against my face and faster than I would have expected she released her juices all over my face. I drank them up greedily and stood up to stretch my legs. As soon as I stood up, I felt the spike of a heel in my chest pushing me into my chair.
I fell back with a huff, and before I could blink, she climbed onto my lap backwards and slipped my cock inside of her. She was riding me like it was going out of style. Her face turned toward me and when her lust filled eyes caught mine, I knew I had to kiss her. I was happy to have her just like this, but she suddenly moved off me and fell to her knees.
When she took my length into her mouth, I let out a string of curse words as she pleasured me. Her hot mouth was hitting all the right places, and I found my hands in her long tendrils of curls. I guided her, so she wouldn't move from the perfect place. As soon as I did, she let out a moan of her own, and I looked down to see her rubbing her own thighs together.
"You like tasting your juices on my cock, sugar?" I was answered with a low moan deep in her throat. The vibration was almost too much for me to handle, and I almost shot my load.
I gently removed her from my cock and spun her around and pinned her to, my chalk board. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and my dick was teasing her lower lips. It never went fully inside of her, just rubbed against her. After teasing her for the longest minute of my life, I entered her slowly and pounded her with hard and even thrusts.
"Oh darlin' you feel so good," I murmured into her hair.
Her noises urged me on, and I suddenly had a feral feeling float through me. I painfully and regretfully pulled away from her little piece of heaven and spun her to face my desk. She put her hands on the desk to stop from running into it. She was exactly how I wanted her to be. I lifted her knees and placed them on the edge of my desk. I positioned myself at her entrance and ever so slowly became fully seated inside of her.
Her head flew back and my hand found its place in her long locks again. I pulled her back against my chest as I thrust into her, each time a little harder. I pushed the cups of her bra down and used my fingers to tweak her nipple. My other hand was planted firmly on her hip. We thrust against each other at the same time.
She'd call out for me to fuck her harder, and I'd respond by doing just that. My hand left her nipple, and I reached down and rubbed her clit. I whispered in her ear, "Come for me."
She exploded, literally. I could feel her juices running down thighs, and I thrust two more times before I came inside her. She laid there a moment before I reached into the side draw to pull out a small towel. She placed it between her legs and gave me a lazy smile.
I retrieved my boxer briefs and pants and readjusted my tie. I held my hand out to help her sit up. She in turn reached for her shirt and buttoned it, slowly. I really wanted to take her again, but we didn't have time before someone came to see what we were doing.
After we were both dressed, I collected what I need to head home (like those tests I was supposed to be grading). We didn't speak a word as we walked toward her classroom, and she grabbed her purse.
We walked to the office, to check our mail boxes and sign out when Mrs. Cope the secretary noticed our presence. We got out in time, but before we could close the office door she yelled out, "Have a good break, Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock."
I turned to my wife and gave her a small smile, "I love you, Bella."
"I love you too Jazz, that was fun." She smiled, her sweet smile and gripped my hand in hers.
"Yeah it was, I tried to tell you." I smirked and she rolled her eyes.
"You are so lucky we didn't get caught." She bumped against my hip with hers and ran toward the car.
"You think the principal would actually say something to me about fucking my wife, in my own class room?" I chased after her and pinned her to the side of our car.
"Yes, I do. Your sister is lenient with us, but I think that would be pushing her limits." I scoffed at her response, and she continued, "Plus she'd tell my brother, and you know how he feels about that."
"Emmett needs to get over it, Bella. We've been married for ten years, and we have two kids, how does he think they got here?" I dropped my head to her shoulder and placed small little kisses on her exposed skin.
"I know Jazz, but he's my big brother, what do you want me to do about it?" She ran her hand through my curls and grabbed the back of my neck. She placed kisses along my jaw, and I almost attacked her.
"Mrs. Whitlock," we heard a voice call, "Sorry ma'am, but I went to your classroom, and you weren't there, do you have a minute?"
"Sure Emma, just one minute." Bella smiled and nudged me, so I would get off of her. She walked toward the student and spoke to her about whatever, she wanted. I stood there staring at my wife, and I couldn't help but wear a goofy grin. I'd been trying to talk Bella into this little fantasy of mine for almost six months. After a lunch with her best girlfriends, she approached me asking if I was still interested. Hell yes I was!
We set it up for Spring Break so it was less of a chance of being caught, Bella was very personal with her students and since it was my fantasy, I chose my classroom for it to happen.
Bella quickly got rid of her student and returned to my side, "Hey Jazz," she trailed off.
"Yes, Bella?"
"Now it's my turn for a fantasy." She got in the car with a giggle, and I let out a chuckle of my own.
DCM A/N: Hot for teacher anyone? *raises both hands* Please leave her some love and let her know what you think. We are encouraging her to stretch some more and squeeze some more lemon with what happens when they get home.
And like we said above, next week is SydneyAlice.
We need you authors! We have slots open. Come, cum, write, tease, please us, squeeze our lemon! We aren't ashamed to beg *gets down on knees*.