1. The Facesitting Bar (Part 4)


    Date: 12/6/2023, Categories: Facesitting, Author: AndreaJordan 

    ... She had been in her first year of teaching when she had governed Jake’s class. ‘Governed’ was the right word as she had been unreasonably strict, sentencing Jake to detention on several occasions almost without reason. However, her long wavy blonde hair, habitual red top and tight skirts and her tendency to sit on students’ desks and cross her legs had not gone unnoticed.

“Jake,” Miss Fallon called, her commanding purr instantly returning Jake to her classroom.

“Miss Fallon,” he replied, his confidence evaporating as he looked into her eyes.

She crouched down as far as her tight skirt would allow and smiled as she studied his startled look. Her career choice had not been entirely altruistic. Even though he was mid-twenties and she mid-thirties, the idea of him addressing her as ‘Miss’ amused her.

“I hear you work in finance now?” she purred.

“Yes, Miss.”

This time, she couldn’t suppress a smile. “My name is Emma.”

She had sometimes watched her eighteen-year-old students and wondered what they would be like as grown men. Jake had become even better looking, his body filled out, yet there was still a certain naivety in his lovely dark eyes. But then every man looked cute in a cage. If only she could have caged them during detention.

“It’s okay, I won’t choose you,” she smiled, “but it’s good to see you again.”

Jake had spent several years transfixed by her blue eyes and natural curves and their attraction hadn’t waned and was more than happy to ...
    ... talk. However, much like her detentions, time got away from him and when he looked around, he realised that his was the only cage yet to be unlocked.

“Oh, dear,” Emma mouthed, “I can leave you in there if you prefer.”

“No, please let me out.”

Jake’s body was aching from incarceration, and he panted gratefully as Miss Fallon unlocked his cage and stood unnecessarily close to the door as he crawled out. He had assumed that there would be time for at least a drink at the bar, but instead, the curvy woman immediately slipped her hand into his and led him away to the smother boxes.

*

Within minutes, Jake was locked inside the coffin-shaped box with his face protruding through a tight hole in the plush red leather padding. His box was then slid into place, seamlessly forming the missing part of one of the bar’s red leather benches.

Miss Fallon was sitting just next to his face, her round skirt-clad hips towering up above his head. Her legs were crossed, clinched tightly together and her eyes were melancholy as she sipped on her Champagne flute.

“A student, just my luck. … and it's been a while since…" She stopped with a sigh, but the inference was clear.

“You’re not my teacher anymore… you know you can do whatever you want with me.”

She smiled at his kindness, “I could do whatever I wanted with you in detention, but I never straddled your face.”

“I wish you had.”

She rolled her blue eyes. “I may have looked like a desperate tart, but at least I didn’t ...
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