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"The solution would be room three, miss wet wipe," Kyouko answered confidently.”
"Very good, Kyouko," Miss Wet Wipe replied, her eyes sparkling with approval. "It's a shame the lions in that exhibit haven't eaten for a year, though. They would have been long dead by now."
The classroom erupted in laughter, sneering at the supposed stupidity of the question. Kyouko couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed, but she quickly shook it off. She had always admired Miss Wet Wipe for her intelligence and beauty, and she didn't let the snickering of her classmates dampen her spirits.
As Miss Wet Wipe bent over the table to read a letter from the principal, Kyouko couldn't help but admire her perfect legs and firm buttocks, encased in a tight, short dress.
She had always been attracted to Miss Wet Wipe, but today, she found herself feeling more aroused than ever before. Her panties were sticking to her seat, and the thought of Miss Wet Wipe bending over was driving her crazy with desire. She had never been so sexually frustrated in her life, All she could think about was heading to the toilet, spreading her legs and strumming away at her dripping, sticky cunt.
The letter from the principal announced that the class trip to the museum had been cancelled, and anyone who had already paid the forty pounds deposit could come and see Miss Wet Wipe after class to get their money back.
As the class came to and end and the students dispersed, Kyouko made her way to Miss Wet Wipe's desk. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she approached her, her mind racing with dirty thoughts of her sexy teacher strumming her cunt in the school toilets.
"Miss Wet Wipe," Kyouko said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I paid for the museum trip, and I would like my refund please."
Miss Wet Wipe looked up at Kyouko, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Of course, Kyouko," she said, "I'll just need your name and student ID number."
Kyouko recited her information, trying to keep her cool as Miss Wet Wipe's fingers danced across the keyboard. All she could think about was grabbing Miss Wet Wipe and pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss. She could already feel the heat radiating off of Miss Wet Wipe's body, and she knew she wasn't the only one feeling this intense sexual tension.
"Here you go, Kyouko," Miss Wet Wipe said, sliding forty pounds across the desk. "All refunded."
"Miss Wet Wipe," Kyouko said, her voice shaking with desire. "I need to talk to you about something."
Miss Wet Wipe looked up from her paperwork, her eyes flicking to Kyouko's damp seat. "Yes, Kyouko?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
"I... I can't concentrate in class," Kyouko confessed, her face flushing with embarrassment. "Every time you bend over, I can't help but think about... well, you know."
Miss Wet Wipe raised an eyebrow. "And what do you think about, Kyouko?" she asked.
Kyouko took a deep breath. "I think about... us. Together. I want you so bad, Miss Wet Wipe. I need to feel you, to touch you. I need you to fuck me."
Miss Wet Wipe's eyes widened in shock, but there was also a glint of desire in them. Kyouko could see the want in her expression, and it only served to fuel her own arousal.
"Kyouko, we can't," Miss Wet Wipe said, but her voice was shaky. "It's inappropriate. Unprofessional."
"I don't care," Kyouko replied, stepping closer to her teacher. "I need you. I need to feel your body against mine. I need to taste you, to touch you. I need you to make me cum."
Miss Wet Wipe hesitated, but Kyouko could see the desire in her eyes. She knew she had won. She stepped even closer, pressing her body against Miss Wet Wipe's.
"Please," Kyouko whispered, her lips brushing against Miss Wet Wipe's ear. "Please fuck me. I need it so bad."
With a groan, Miss Wet Wipe gave in. She pulled Kyouko close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Kyouko could feel the heat radiating off of her teacher's body, and she knew that this was it. This was what she had been waiting for.
They broke apart, gasping for breath. Miss Wet Wipe's eyes were dark with desire, and Kyouko knew that she was ready.
"Follow me," Miss Wet Wipe said. She led Kyouko to the storage room, closing the door behind them.
"Take off your clothes," Miss Wet Wipe commanded, her eyes blazing with need.
Kyouko did as she was told, stripping off her shirt and pants. She stood before Miss Wet Wipe, completely naked and vulnerable.
Miss Wet Wipe's eyes raked over Kyouko's body, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. Kyouko could feel her arousal spiking, her wetness coating her thighs.
"You're so beautiful," Miss Wet Wipe said, her voice filled with longing. "I've wanted you for so long, Kyouko."
"Then take me," Kyouko begged, spreading her legs wide. "Fuck me, Miss Wet Wipe. Show me how much you want me."
Miss Wet Wipe didn't need any further encouragement. She stepped forward, her fingers trailing over Kyouko's wet, swollen lips.
"You're so wet for me," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "I'm going to make you cum harder than you ever have before."
Kyouko nodded, unable to speak. She was beyond words, beyond thought. All she could do was feel as Miss Wet Wipe's fingers slid inside of her, filling her up in a way that no one else ever had.
Miss Wet Wipe's fingers moved in and out of Kyouko's wet, tight pussy, building up a rhythm that had Kyouko gasping and moaning. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her orgasm building deep inside of her.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Please, don't stop."
Miss Wet Wipe smiled, her fingers moving faster, harder. "Come for me, Kyouko," she commanded. "Come for me now."
And with that, Kyouko fell apart. She came harder than she ever had before, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. She could feel herself flooding Miss Wet Wipe's fingers, her wetness coating them as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
When it was over, Kyouko collapsed against Miss Wet Wipe, completely spent.
"That was incredible," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.
Miss Wet Wipe smiled, her fingers still buried inside of Kyouko's pussy. "Yes, it was," she agreed. "But we're not done yet. I'm not done with you."
And with that, she began to move her fingers again, building up a new rhythm that had Kyouko crying out in pleasure once again.
This time, their lovemaking was slower, more deliberate. Miss Wet Wipe explored every inch of Kyouko's body, her lips and tongue leaving no inch untouched. Kyouko returned the favor, her own hands and mouth exploring every dip and curve of Miss Wet Wipe's body.
When they were both sated, spent, and utterly satisfied, they lay together on the floor of the storage room, their bodies entwined.
"I never knew it could be like this," Kyouko whispered, her head resting on Miss Wet Wipe's chest.
Miss Wet Wipe smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on Kyouko's back. "Neither did I," she admitted. "But I'm glad it is. I'm glad it's with you."
Kyouko smiled, her heart swelling with love and desire. She knew that this was just the beginning, the start of something new and exciting.
And she couldn't wait to see where it would take them.
