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Kyouko stumbled into the math classroom, late once again, her heart racing and her mind filled with a mix of dread and anticipation.
Kyouko knew she wouldn’t be able to concentrate in class today. Her mind was consumed with dirty, filthy thoughts, and all because of that fucking bitch, Miss Wet Wipe.
Miss Wet Wipe was the hottest teacher at River City High School. She was in her late twenties, with long, straight black hair and bright green eyes. She had perfect tits, the kind that looked amazing in every outfit she wore. And her ass, fuck, her ass was something else. It was round and firm, and she loved to show it off in her tight short dresses.
Kyouko had been fantasizing about Miss Wet Wipe for months now. She would imagine her bent over in front of her, spreading her perfect cheeks apart and revealing her tight little asshole. Kyouko would imagine herself crawling up behind her and shoving her face into that delicious ass, licking and probing every inch of it with her tongue. She would fantasize about burying her fingers deep inside Miss Wet Wipe's cunt, feeling her wetness and warmth surround her fingers.
Miss Wet Wipe was standing at the front of the room, her long, black hair cascading down her back in soft waves, her full lips curved into a slight smile as she addressed the class. Kyouko couldn't help but stare at the way her tight dress hugged her curves, outlining her perfect breasts and narrow waist. She felt her face flush with heat as she imagined what it would be like to run her hands over those curves, to feel the softness of Miss Wet Wipe's skin beneath her fingertips.
As Miss Wet Wipe continued to speak, Kyouko struggled to concentrate on anything but the way the teacher's hips swayed as she moved around the room. She couldn't help but think about what it would be like to grab those hips, to pull Miss Wet Wipe close and feel her body pressed against hers. The thought made Kyouko's breath catch in her throat, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her panties growing wet with desire.
Miss Wet Wipe must have noticed Kyouko's distraction, because she suddenly stopped talking and fixed the student with a cold, hard stare.
Is there a problem, Kyouko?" she asked, her voice laced with disapproval.
Kyouko's face burned with shame as she stammered out an excuse. "I-I'm sorry, Miss Wet Wipe. I just got a little lost on my way here."
Miss Wet Wipe's eyes narrowed, and she took a step towards Kyouko, her hips swaying seductively. "I don't believe you," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I think you've been daydreaming about something else entirely."
Kyouko swallowed hard, her heart racing as Miss Wet Wipe leaned in close, her lips brushing against Kyouko's ear. "Why don't you tell me what you've been thinking about, Kyouko?" she whispered. "I promise I won't judge."
Kyouko's mind went blank, her thoughts consumed by the heat and proximity of Miss Wet Wipe's body. She couldn't help but blurt out the truth. "I-I've been thinking about you," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't help it. You're so beautiful, and I can't concentrate when you're around."
Miss Wet Wipe pulled back slightly, a sly smile spreading across her face.
"Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "It seems like someone has a bit of a crush on their teacher."
Kyouko's face burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the truth of Miss Wet Wipe's words. She had been harboring secret feelings for her teacher for weeks, unable to shake the way her body responded whenever she was around.
Miss Wet Wipe must have seen the longing in Kyouko's eyes, because she took a step closer, her body pressing against Kyouko's. "I think we need to do something about this little crush of yours," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Something that will help you concentrate in class."
Before Kyouko could protest, Miss Wet Wipe's lips were on hers, her tongue exploring Kyouko's mouth with confident strokes.
Kyouko moaned, her hands automatically reaching up to tangle in Miss Wet Wipe's hair as she returned the kiss with equal passion.
Miss Wet Wipe's hands roamed over Kyouko's body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples through her shirt. Kyouko gasped, her body arching into the touch, her pussy growing wetter with each passing second.
As if sensing Kyouko's growing need, Miss Wet Wipe pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire. "I think it's time we took this lesson to the next level," she said, her voice almost a purr.
Without waiting for a response, Miss Wet Wipe grabbed Kyouko's hand and led her to the back of the classroom, out of sight of the other students.
She pushed Kyouko up against the wall, her body pressing against Kyouko's as she kissed her deeply.
Kyouko could feel the heat and wetness of Miss Wet Wipe's pussy grinding against hers, and she couldn't help but moan, her hips bucking involuntarily.
Miss Wet Wipe chuckled, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she reached down and started to stroke Kyouko’s wet folds. "I think it's time we gave you a little hands-on lesson," she said, her voice heavy with desire.
Kyouko gasped as Miss Wet Wipe's hand slipped into her vagina, her fingers sliding over Kyouko's wet, swollen clit. She moaned, her hips bucking as Miss Wet Wipe started to stroke her clit in slow, steady circles.
"Oh god, Miss Wet Wipe," Kyouko moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. "That feels so good."
Miss Wet Wipe chuckled, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, Kyouko," she said, her fingers moving faster and faster over Kyouko's clit. "But I think it's time we took this lesson to the next level."
Without warning, Miss Wet Wipe pulled her hand out of Kyouko's pussy and spun her around, pushing her up against the wall. Kyouko gasped as she felt Miss Wet Wipe's strap-on probing at her entrance, slick with Kyouko's own wetness.
"I think it's time we gave you a proper fucking, Kyouko, i only Wish i had a real dick to fuck you with" Miss Wet Wipe said, her voice heavy with desire.
Kyouko moaned, her body trembling with anticipation as she felt Miss Wet Wipe's strap-on slide deep inside her ass. She gasped, her hips bucking as Miss Wet Wipe started to stroke her, filling her with a deep, intense pleasure.
Miss Wet Wipe's strap-on moved faster and faster, her thumb rubbing circles over Kyouko's clit as she fucked her with long, deep strokes. Kyouko could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling with pleasure as Miss Wet Wipe brought her closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh god, Miss Wet Wipe, I'm going to cum," Kyouko moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
Miss Wet Wipe chuckled, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "That's the idea, Kyouko," she said, her strap-on moving faster and faster.
With a loud cry, Kyouko came, her body shaking with pleasure as waves of ecstasy washed over her. She slumped against the floor, her legs trembling as Miss Wet Wipe pulled her strap-on out of Kyouko's ass.
Kyouko turned to face her teacher, her eyes wide with disbelief. "That was... amazing," she said.
Miss Wet Wipe chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Kyouko," she said, "I think it's safe to say that you'll be concentrating a lot better in my class from now on."
Kyouko nodded in agreement, but deep down, she thought it would now be even harder to concentrate, all she would now fantasise about was being Miss wet wipe’s anal slave princess, trapped in a castle getting ass fucked by her dominant strap-on.
Kyouko groaned as she was brought back to the harsh reality of the classroom. She had been lost in a delicious dream, Miss Wet Wipe, hadn’t just given her the most intense orgasm of her life. And now, she was back to the mundane world of high school, where the most exciting thing that happened was getting called on to answer a question in front of the class.
"Kyouko, can you tell me the answer, please?" Miss Wet Wipe repeated, her voice stern and unyielding. Kyouko blinked, trying to focus on the question. It was something about a criminal and three rooms.
"Urgh, answer to what, Miss Wet Wipe?" Kyouko replied, feeling slow and stupid.
The classroom chuckled, and Miss Wet Wipe rolled her eyes.
"The question, Kyouko. A criminal gets to pick his punishment by choosing among three rooms. The first is full of burning fires, the second is full of assassins with loaded guns, and the third is full of lions that haven't eaten in a year. Which room is the safest choice?"
Kyouko scanned the options, her mind still foggy from her earlier fantasy. "Umm,
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