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Fuck me. This was too hot. I was having a sexy as hell woman lying on a table in front of me with her legs spread and her pussy wide open, begging me to allow her to rub herself. My heart was beating so hard I felt like it would pop right off my chest and my cock was straining in my parts and I was almost worried it would burst. I wanted so badly to take of my pants and fuck her pussy right here and now. Yet this was not the time or the place. But what would I do with her? She was extremely horny and forcing her to quit now would just be cruel. I took a moment to listen. I couldn’t hear anyone close by.

“Can you do it quietly?”

She nodded.

This was stupid, there was no way she would be able to keep quiet. There was only one thing to do.

He walked up next to her on the table. He took out a clean handkerchief he at all times carried around with him.

“I am sorry, I don’t trust you to not make a sound, I am going to have to muffle you.”

He formed the handkerchief into a ball.

“Open your mouth, slut.”

Her eyes widened at the last word and he could tell she was both offended and turned on by the words. Such a troublesome girl… But she obeyed without making a sound. He stuffed the handkerchief into her mouth, where it fitted nicely without gagging her too much. He then took his college neck tie, put it over her mouth to prevent her from accidentally spitting out the handkerchief, then tied it behind her head. Her hair was smooth and her skin hot to his touch. The look in her eyes as he gently tied everything in place, spoke of lust and desperation in a way I had never seen in her before.

Once all was in place, I went back to block the opening to the cubicle. Her hand had rested on her pubic area and it was obvious that she was just waiting for my god. She had bent her neck up to look at me, asking with her eyes to let her start. I spoke lightly, loud enough that only she would hear it:

“You now have permission to rub your pussy.”

She didn’t hesitate for a moment, her hand wandered immediately into her folds. She wasted only a few seconds on caressing her inner lips and to wetten her fingers at her gaping fuck hole that was dripping with grool, before she brought her finger back up to her clitoris and started rubbing it.

As suspected, she was not able to keep perfectly quiet as occasional moans escaped her throat, but they were sufficiently muffled that I wasn’t too concerned about anyone overhearing her.

Standing there, watching her wet and swollen pussy as she rubbed her equally swollen and needy clit and watching her vagina contract in pleasure from the stimulation, leading to a small waterfall of grool slowly and viciously drooling down and over her anus, was almost too much. I was so turned on, my cock painfully swollen and erect.

Having rubbed her clit for a while, she now seemed to feel that her vagina needed more stimulation, so she lowered her hand down over her sensitive inner region between her fold, all the way down to her opening and slid in two fingers effortlessly.

She let out another moan, this one slightly louder and I became concerned that others would hear if they were close. She continued fucking her wet pussy with her two fingers and they became covered in her creme grool. She must be incredibly turned on. Finally she brought her sticky fingers back to her clit and rubbed hard and fast. She was not gonna last long, which was perhaps just as well as her moaning getting out of control.

She had closed her eyes and was clearly in her own pleasurable world. I quietly walked up to her and stood next to her, watching her face furrowed in pleasure. She opened her eyes again and saw that I stood next to her.

“I am going to cover your mouth when you come. Don’t worry about making sounds, just come as hard as you can.”

I had barely finished the sentences when her body started to shiver as her orgasm was building to its final peak. I snapped my hand down over her muffled mouth just as she came and let out an uncontrolled moan. Thanks to my hand and the handkerchief, it was not nearly so loud as it would have been without it, maybe enough to pique someone’s curiosity, but not enough to outright make it obvious that someone had just had an orgasm.

Her body continued to shake and convulse for several seconds after she had cum and as I leaned over to look at her pussy, which she was no longer able to touch because it was clearly way to sensitive post-orgasm, I could see that her vagina was still contracting, regularly and hard. Man, that orgasm must have been mind-shattering.

After maybe one minute of her just lying still and panting, I wondered it would be safe to remove her gag. Her breathing had now normalized, but she was clearly still knocked out, being completely relaxed by her orgasm. She leaned in my direction and smiled a devious smile before she said:

“Fuck that felt so good, did you enjoy watching it? I can’t believe you gagged me, you bastard.”

She said the last with a wolfish grin. She had clearly enjoyed it, despite her words.

“You have no idea. You were so hot, I now have mental jerk of material for the rest of my life.”

She looked at my crotch and saw that I still had a raging hard on. She looked me in the eyes with another wolfish grin, swung her legs over the side of the table in my direction and brought her hands to my crotch. She caressed me over the entire length of my cock, from my balls to the very tip. The touch of her hand on my cock, even through the fabric, almost made me cum right then and there.

“Is it your turn next? Do you needs some help with that?”

She finished the sentence with a devilish smile and a bite of her lower lip and she stared me straight in the eyes. I opened my mouth to speak:

“I don…”

Steps could be heard not far down the row of cubicle, coming our direction. Olivia had heard them too. She flew off the table and grabbed her bag and started unpacking her stuff on the table next to a chair. I was no slower and grabbed my bag also and put it on the desk, fumbling with trying to open it. The steps were very close now.

Something glistened on the table. It was a puddle of Olivia’s juices that her cunt had grooled out onto the table. The person walking along the cubicles was maybe one step away from being at the cubicle opening. I flung my hand out onto the puddle of grool, covering it with the palm of my hand, and pretended I was simply leaning on the table. It was smooth and sticky on my hand.

A teacher came into the opening and stopped to observe us.

“Everything alright here?”

I looked up at him deferentially and spoke in a smooth voice that even surprised myself.

“Yes sir, we were just about to start a tutoring session.”

He looked at us suspiciously. However, nothing obvious was out of the normal. Other than her cum on my hand on the table of course, but he couldn’t see that.

“It is fifteen past four and the tutoring sessions begin at four. Isn’t it a bit late to be starting now?

“Yes,” I said to the teacher before twisting my body and head towards Olivia, looking at her meaningfully. All the while keeping my hand on her puddle of grool on the table. “but somebody had forgotten that we had a session today and came late.”

Olivia looked up from her books and utensils that she was arranging on the table and at the teacher and said in a, for her, shockingly submissive voice:

“I am sorry, this is my first session and I am not used to staying after school. I was halfway out of the building when I remembered.”

“I see,” said the teacher, who was now furrowing his eyebrows as he was looking at Olivia, he seemed suspicious of her. “I heard a noise, what was that? And why are you all flushed red?”

“I …” Was all Olivia managed to say before I interrupted her with a laugh, then continued:

“Oh you should have seen her, she ran all the way here from the entrance, then she came in here so hard that she bounced into the edge of the table and gave off the funniest suppressed moan of pain. I felt so bad for her, but it also looked so funny that I could barely hold back from laughing. You probably have heard her, but it could just as well have been me.”

Olivia gave me a resentful look, as if offended by how I told the story, but it might just as well have been resentment for my choice of words. Either way, her reaction was perfect and it seemed to momentarily satisfy the teacher. Then he furrowed his brows again, looked at me suspiciously and spoke:

“She ran, you said. I never heard anyone running.”

I quickly replied, already having prepared an excuse.

“I know right! She scared the life out of me when she came into the cubicle. She came out of nowhere! She runs so silently on her bare feet it is unbelievable.”

The teacher gave out an amused snort. It seemed he was satisfied.

“Mind the time next time, Miss, and no running in the library.”

“Yes, sir.”

With that he turned around and left. Olivia gave out a silent relieved sigh and looked again at me resentfully. However, when she saw me lifting my hand to look at the grool covering my fingers, she first drew in a sharp breath as she realized what it was and then let out a ripple of silent giggles that she had to make a serious effort to suppress. Once she recovered, she spoke in a whisper to me with a devilish and mocking smile:

“So you got covered in my grool without ever getting to touch my pussy. Naww, poor man and you didn’t get to cum either. I don’t think anyone has been blue balled this hard in the history of mankind, I am impressed at your composure. I will have to send some pictures for you later so you can get off when you come home.”

The wondered of getting nudes from her made my heart skip.

“I doubt I will need that to cum, as I said before, I have a lifetime of jerk off material in my head after what I have seen today. but the picture would be a helpful aid.”

She snickered at my opinion, as she walked over to me. Then she took my grool covered hand in hers and slowly started licking her grool off my hand and fingers while looking mischievously into my eyes. It was so fucking hot. My cock started to twitch again, wanting to come to life again. She finished each finger by sucking it off, taking it all the way into her mouth. Then finally she kissed the palm of my hand before dropping it and walking back to her chair.

Once seated, she was wearing the most devilish smile I had ever seen her wear. She was hot beyond words. Then she turned serious for a moment.

“Man you were really suave with Teach, I thought for sure he had us, but you wiggled your way out of that like an eel.”

“Thanks, sorry for throwing you under the bus, but I needed it to be believable and your state of being was perfect for the story.”

To that she pouted her lips in mock resentment, but she mostly just looked amused.

“Well I think it is time we started tutoring, “ I said, “it would look strange if the teacher came back to check on us again and we hadn’t started.”

She gave out a disappointed sigh. She was not looking forward to actually studying. But she said:

“I guess you are right.”

The rest of the tutoring went without much further flirting. She had actually run into some questions during the last week that she didn’t figure out, which I was able to explain to her. Yet every time I looked at her face, I couldn’t help but to remember the feeling of her lips on my fingers.

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Once I got home, I dropped all my stuff at the door and immediately headed for my bed and fell into it like a falling log. What a day. I closed my eyes and immediately Olivia’s naked spread body came before my eyes and I started getting a hard on.

I was just about to do something about it when I heard my phone buzz. I decided to ignore it. Then it buzzed again. And again. And again. And again. What the fuck. I decided to deal with the persistent texter first. What difference would it make to be blue balled for a few more minutes?

I grabbed my phone just as it buzzed again. Jeez Louise, calm down dude. When I turned on the screen I saw:

“Messages from Olivia: 6 pictures”.

Then it buzzed again. Now it said:

“Messages from Olivia: 7 pictures”.

Fuck, was she… No way. She must be pulling another prank to tease me over my blue balls. I opened the messenger and saw a picture of Olivia naked waist up and with a mischievous smile. Next was waist down, with a pair of cute lace panties. Next she had her thumbs in through the hem of the panties. Next she had them halfway pulled down, showing her entire pubic area and the beginning of her slit. It continued and got more and more explicit.

Fuck, she actually was sending me nudes and they were hot as hell…

Needless to say, with the help of Olivia it didn’t take me long to relieve my poor aching blue balls.

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[ I know you are all going to hate me for this, but chapter 5 will be slightly delayed because I just came up with a new idea for a story 🙁

However, I think if you like this you will love my new up coming five part story 🙂 I personally think it will be even better than Oasic. Oasic will continue once I am done with this new short story. ]

NSFW: yes

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