Ms. Chaney
From Torg Adventure
With the glint of lust in her eyes, Ms. Chaney no longer seems the tight-assed, frigid prude that you always took her for. Rather, it seems that you've managed to tap into a long-repressed well of desire. She slips her jacket onto the floor and approaches you with slow, deliberate steps, her eyes looking you up and down as if evaluating what kind of pleasure you can provide her.
"Do you know that I fantasize about my students all the time?" she asks you in the same tone that she might have used to ask when Beethoven's Ninth Symphony was composed.
"No, Ms. Chaney."
"I've been holding back for six years," she continues. "Six years of nearly constant frustration, John. And all that time I've never given in. Until now."
Ms. Chaney stops right in front of you. Her heels boost her up so that she's barely an inch taller than you are. Her cheeks flush, her breath comes deep and heavy, and her hands reach for your mostly naked body.
"Now," she whispers, "now I'm going to fuck you!"
Suddenly her hands clench in your hair and her tongue thrusts into your mouth. For a long moment she drinks heavily of the kiss, then pushes away. Her hair falls slightly over her eyes, and her wet lips pant with lust. She actually still has her glasses on, and somehow it makes her look even hotter than otherwise.
"Undress me," she commands.
"Yes, Ms. Chaney," you reply, imagining that you might turn her on by playing the submissive student. You unbutton her blouse quickly and push it aside, revealing a pair of massive tits barely held in check by a black satin bra. A glance to one side shows you that Miss Brown has one hand thrust between her legs, stroking feverishly as she watches you.
Next you unbuckle Ms. Chaney's skirt and let it drop. She exhales in a gasp as her legs are bared, and for good reason, as she doesn't wear panties! Her stockings are held up by a satin garter belt that matches her top, but her pink and swollen pussy lips are bare to the world.
"Why Ms. Chaney, I never knew you had such a pretty pussy," you tell her.
"Now you're going to lick it for me," she says as she spreads her legs a little further apart. "And if you do a good job, I might let you stay after school today."
And then...
