1. The Facesitting Bar (Part 4)


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

    ... subject you to that.”

Miss Fallon smiled. She had been known to tease her final-year students. Once, during detention, Jake had cheated by looking at his notes during a test. She had walked up and sat on his desk, on top of the contraband notebook, her crossed legs had sat inches from his test paper and his shaking hand and making it impossible for him to focus on anything other than her thighs. Her short skirt had ridden up more than she intended, and his notebook had stuck to the back of thighs as she stood up. Jake failed the test and had to retake.

“Fuck it,” she finally cried, unzipping, and easing her hips out of her tightly fitting skirt and dropping her hungry body, clad only in the briefest of blue panties, down onto Jake’s face.

She edged forward, pressing her crotch against Jake’s nose. With his mouth sealed by her entire body weight, his desperate hot breath pumped through his nostrils and against the front of her damp silk lingerie. Fuck, this is what she had come for, the feeling only enhanced by the taboo of being worshipped by her former student with a crush on her.

She spread her legs, leaned forward, and pulled her panties to the side to let Jake kiss her. His touch was wonderful, too wonderful as she orgasmed too quickly and sunk back to enjoy the feel of his nose between her cheeks. He couldn’t breathe, but she wanted to indulge.

*

The curvy woman watched Emma climax before slinking over with a thick, shiny chain, “Would you like me to ...
    ... make his touch a little more permanent?” she purred.

The curvy woman had already padlocked a heavy chain around Jake’s neck, complete with a metal plaque that contained the bar’s logo of stylised female buttocks. That was a gift she gave to all her men, with the corresponding key gifted to the woman sitting on top. It acted as a gorgeous added incentive for the man to perform as removing the collar without the key was practically impossible.

Miss Fallon stood up and offered no resistance as the curvy woman stripped her of her panties and then padlocked a heavy chain around the teacher’s waist. With Miss Fallon hovering above the smother box, the curvy woman ran the chain down between her buttocks and through Jake’s collar. As Miss Fallon sat back down on the smother box, the curvy woman pulled the chain tightly up across the teacher’s naked crotch and padlocked it back onto the waist chain.

“Perfect,” the curvy woman smiled, jangling all the keys as she walked away.

Jake’s tongue went again, this time sliding beneath the steel links to lap his teacher’s labia. Emma leaned forward as far as the restraints would allow, bouncing and thrusting against her ex-student’s mouth. This orgasm was even more intense, and Emma tried to stand up to escape the overwhelming stimulation, but the chains bound her firmly to Jake’s face.

Jake also climaxed, his hands having to add little stimulation to that imposed by Miss Fallon’s arousal-soaked body. Both he and Emma were panting ...
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