The Guidance Counselor: Pervy Perv
Hello guys! I am Anand back with the next story of the series about a pervy perv. Thank you for the amazing response to the previous story. I strive to give you content while indulging in my fantasies. As I always say, please contact me to share your fantasies. Keep sending your comments, wishes, love, and suggestions. I am always open to a chat in Hangout. My email ID – [email protected]. Recap: Dr. Liya Robin had invited Dr. Melanie (her sub and gynecologist) to speak in a sex education program. The scene proceeds to some heated scene backstage where Malanie was on her knees pleasing Dr. Liya. The previous scene ended with someone walking backstage. I could hear the footsteps. Someone was nearing the backstage threshold. My seductress mode on, I was anxiously waiting for the potential pet. Suddenly the noise stopped, and silence took over. I heard the sound receding. Probably whoever it was walked away. The thought that we were so close to being caught intensified the fire burning in my sex. I turned to Melanie and ordered, “Remove the top buttons in your shirt just enough for you to squeeze your boobs out.” She was only very eager to oblige. Her boobs were out in a jiffy and in the perfect position for me to play. I could see her voluptuous breasts rise and fall with her every breath. She looked at me as I contemplated my next move. I circled her, taking in the gorgeous beauty on her knees, willing to dance to my desires. I stopped behind her, ran my hands through her hair, grabbed it, and pulled it down. The sudden movement caused her to shriek. I saw the twinkle in her eyes. The ripples caused in the air by her sudden shriek sent a shiver down to my sex. I felt my pussy moisten. With my free hand, I pinched her nipples, pulling them up. She bit her tongue as the pain surged through her body. Moving on, I skimmed around her nipples, causing gooseflesh. She arched her back, closed her eyes, and a moan escaped her pressed lips. The time for the seminar was nearing, and I had to stop. I asked her to get up and correct her dress. My sixth sense seemed to pick up something, a pair of my eyes preying on us from behind the curtain. I didn’t turn to look who it was. Instead, my left hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me. I stopped her body from falling over me with my free hand to her throat. The sudden choke filled her eyes with fear, and her breath quickened. I whispered with a smirk across my face, “Good girl,” and leaned in for a kiss. Her mouth opened to let my tongue in. The kiss grew in passion, and she completely melted into me, giving in to my every desire. I felt a familiar tingle in my pussy at the thought that I was being watched. Pulling her into me even more with my hands around her hips and our lips inches away from each other. I asked or rather whispered: “Do you want to eat my pussy?” Like the eager slut that she is, replied, “Yes, Mistress, please let me eat your pussy?” Her hot breath in my face ignited a flame that wanted me to push her down ride her face. I controlled the desire with every last bit of my willpower and pulled myself away. After taking a moment to compose myself, I commanded, “Wait for me in your clinic. Ask Rose to stay as well,” I instructed and gestured her to leave the backstage through the other way. I saw her disappear through the threshold. I walked towards the curtain, where I saw some movement, small but quick ripples on the curtain, possibly caused by the hand movements when someone masturbates. I smirked at the prospect of meeting my next pet on the other side of the curtain. I slid through the small opening in the curtain, making sure not to disturb the self-indulgence. I was astounded at sight. It was Jenifer, the principal of the college. A smile, or rather a smirk, was plastered across my face. I have been eyeing the principal for some time. Let me just call her Jenni. Jenni was in her mid 40’s. She was one of those professional women in skirts and suits, trying to hide their vulnerability in a bitchy demeanor. But I was able to see through the façade. I could see the real Jenifer, desperately wanting someone to put her in her place. She is someone I would call a brat, an older version of a brat. I smiled at the near future that I had planned for her, my sweet slut Jenny. I smirked as the thought occupied my mind, the bossy principle on her knees servicing me. A stifled moan brought me back to the present. Jenni leaned back against the steel frame of the stage; her blazer unbuttoned, shirt underneath was partially unbuttoned. Her hand was inside her black bra, nudging her nipples. Her skirt was up, flashing her fat thighs and the sexy thigh highs that accentuated her legs. Her panties were moved to the side to allow access to her pussy. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the attention she gave herself. She bit her lip and tried hard not to stifle any sound and terribly failed at it. The whole situation had my pussy sweating. I already felt the juice trickling down my thighs. She continued to indulge in what she otherwise considered a taboo. Oblivious to my presence in front of her, she increased the pace she moved her hands through the clit. I leaned in towards her until I could feel her warmth. Her perfume filled my senses, triggering my primal instinct. The sweet scent of sex radiating out of her skin lured me further in. I skimmed my hand across her cheeks. Startled by the sudden touch of the third hand, she opened her eyes. I covered her lips with mine before she could react. A moment passed before she responded to my kiss. She moaned into my mouth, and I growled. Her hands kept rubbing her clit faster and faster. Releasing her hands were desperately trying to make her orgasm, I pulled out from the kiss briefly and, with authority, said, “Stop.” Her hands stopped moving. Her wide eyes filled with fear were looking back at me for mercy.