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As she walked the long hallway towards Miss Carter’s classroom Monica detected a faint and rhythmic creaking sound, like old wood complaining under strain or pressure. She wanted a babysitting job, the money would be a bonus and a peak into one of her teachers’ lives was an interesting prospect. Only it would be difficult to talk to Miss Carter about babysitting while she was rubbing her knickers on the corner of an old desk at the front of the empty classroom. Now the creaking sound made sense.

Her eyes shut tight, her mouth open and her face racked in concentration Miss Carter made slow and deliberate movements, using the corner of the desk to masturbate. With her skirt hitched up the mahogany pressed into her white satin knickers, slightly parting her labia, providing friction to her clitoris as she rocked back and forth, up and down. Her knuckles were white as her hands tightly gripped the desk and her arms lifted her as she pleasured herself.

Monica stood open-mouthed, it was the most unexpected thing she’d ever seen. She quickly realised that if Miss Carter opened her eyes, she’d be spotted, so she retreated to the corridor to process. Monica had been masturbating for a couple of years and she had experimented with vegetables, with the hose function of the shower head, with the phallus-like shampoo bottle. But, she had imagined in her naivety, that masturbation was something for teenage girls to do until they moved on to sex with boys. The idea of a grown woman, her physics teacher, self-pleasuring was a revelation. Miss Carter let a sound escape her and Monica tingled between her legs. She turned and crept back for another look. As she came to the door of the lab she noticed that the long blackout blind on the inside of the glazed door was down, she could use it as a mirror and watch without being in a direct line of sight. She crossed the open doorway and found the perfect angle.

Miss Carter pressed down with her arms and on tiptoe, the points of her stilettos on the floor, her tall heels off it, her whole body weight was on her clitoris as she ground her vulva onto the corner of the desk. Her chin came to her chest and a louder, growling sound came from her. Monica wondered if she was about to watch her physics teacher climax and the idea utterly thrilled her. Miss Carter brought a hand to her blouse and she quickly unbuttoned revealing a lacy red bra, she gripped a breast and squeezed hard then returned her hand to grip the desk.

Monica’s head swam at the idea of watching another woman getting herself off and her nipples hardened as arousal spread through her, adrenaline and pheromones, self made sex drugs. Something about Miss Carter was different, the prim and proper physics mistress with her buttoned-up blouses and her tortoiseshell spectacles was now revealed to be a sexual being, a wanton woman prepared to masturbate in the middle of the day - at school! She enjoyed the flooding sensation in her vulva and a hand crept under her grey pleated skirt and into her white cotton knickers. The live sex show was captivating.

Miss Carter’s chin lifted and she pulled at the waistband of her knickers, she pulled the back and the sides down to feel naked and exposed but left the gusset in place, the seam rubbing directly onto her bean. Quietly, she spoke,

“Yes,” and then again, “yes,” and Monica wondered what Miss Carter was thinking. When she masturbated she fantasised about the boy next door, he was nineteen and an athlete. Sometimes, guiltily, about his father, a man in his forties he had a salt-and-pepper beard and powerful hands. She imagined him gripping her by the waist as he penetrated her palace.

Now though, she was watching her physics teacher pleasuring herself in an empty classroom. Miss Carter was sensual, stroking her breast, pushing herself onto the hard corner, squeezing the cup of her bra, gyrating her hips. She pulled back and the hand at her breast went to her cunt, she rubbed two stiff fingers through her knickers onto her clitoris, stilettoed feet apart then her hand slipped into her pants and by the distance travelled, Monica knew she had entered herself. The thrill was immense. For a long moment, Miss Carter fingered. Exploring her pussy, exciting the G-spot then she withdrew and returned her cunt to the corner. As she resumed her rhymic movements Monica could clearly see a dark, wet patch in the gusset of her knickers and she wondered if hers looked the same, the teacher spoke again,

“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly and again, “yes,”

Cerys Carter was in heaven. She’d started to skip lunch a month ago and it was having a pleasant effect on her waistline. After the first week, she’d realised that at lunchtime, the science block was deserted and on the Friday she’d masturbated at school for the first time. It was naughty and exciting. Debauched. For her debut, she’d kept to the privacy of the technician's cupboard, a little ante-room attached to the classroom which stored chemicals and equipment. It had a lock. She’d hitched her skirt and rubbed one out and being at school, sexualising her job, was a thrill. Now, she was bolder and the thrill was potentially being caught. All the doors between the classroom and the playground stayed unlocked so theoretically, anyone could walk in and find her. Staff, students, caretakers, anyone. It was exhilarating and she loved it. She’d learned the table corner routine from a porn search of ‘teacher masturbating’ and now it was her preferred method, especially at work, to achieve orgasm.

She felt an oddly removed guilt at fantasising over the sixth-form girls but it was only that, a fantasy. She was sure the straight male teachers felt the same way, how could they not? The only description of the sixth-form girls was hot! The school insisted that they wear uniform right up until the last day and that just made it hornier. Seventeen year old girls trying to get the boys' attention by rolling the waistband of their skirts to shorten them, leaving an extra blouse button undone, trying to get away with makeup.

She played her fantasy, she was naked from the waist down with her four favourite girls in uniform on their knees in a circle around her. Taking turns each would say,

“May I please lick your cunt Miss?” And out loud she would say,

“Yes,” and then as she imagined the girl’s soft tongue making contact with her vulva, “yes,” again. Sometimes she’d insert a sixth-form boy, sometimes he’d fuck her over the same desk she was using to bring herself to climax.

Voices in the corridor! Monica whipped her hand out of her knickers and took her phone from her blazer pocket to feign a task. Miss Carter stood, pulled her knickers up and her skirt down, turned her back to the door and hurriedly buttoned her blouse. She tingled at the idea that she’d almost been discovered and hoped that whoever it was, wasn’t coming to see her. The two male teachers breezed past her classroom chatting as she sat at the desk and she was relieved but it didn’t last long, Monica tapped on the open door,

“Hello Miss, I saw your note about babysitting,”

“Of course,” Miss Carter said trying to seem normal. Monica entered and stood before the teacher, her face was sex flushed and she seemed a little shaky. Monica shot a glance to the corner of the desk Miss Carter had been grinding on, it was shiny and wet. She wondered if her face was sex flushed, pink and hot.

After a brief conversation wherein Monica described her experience of babysitting her younger brother, they agreed that she would have a trial run for Miss Carter on Friday evening. Monica left the classroom regaining the corridor and Miss Carter listened for her retreating steps, the squeak and thud of the double doors and when she heard it, she knew that she was once again alone. Having worked the doors as noisily as possible, Monica crept back along the corridor to her mirror to find Miss Carter, skirt hitched up and no knickers, grinding rhythmically on the hard wooden corner with a hand working her clit. The teacher was going for the finish line and her soft moans said she was close.

“Yes,” came from and not at a whisper, “yes,” again as she rubbed the bean fast and hard. She pulled back from the corner and Monica could see her labia glistening. Miss Carter threw her head back and her hips forward, her body became rigid and she spasmed as her orgasm broke. Monica looked on astonished and when Miss Carter relaxed and dropped her shoulders, she crept away.

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