Control yourself, Bella! 3

~Bella

Mrs. Shayla let out a shaky, breathless laugh, still trembling from the orgasm I’d just given her. “You mean I should suck you too?”

I cupped her flushed face, my thumb brushing her swollen lips. “Didn’t you feel that just now? How do you feel?”

“Like… I’m in heaven,” she whispered, eyes glassy with lust.

“Exactly how I want to feel too,” I said softly, my voice dripping with need. “So please… go down there and make me proud.”

To my surprise and delight she didn’t hesitate again. Mrs. Shayla, the elegant, respected administrator with the body that turned heads everywhere, dropped to her knees right there in her office.

I quickly unzipped my skirt and let it pool at my ankles, then hooked my thumbs into my soaked lace panties and slid them down my toned legs. My smooth, dripping pussy was right in front of her face.

She stared for a second, then leaned in. She wasn’t experienced, that much was clear but she was eager. She licked me like she’d seen in videos, broad strokes of her tongue up my slit, tasting my juices.

I moaned loudly, my hand flying to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as I guided her.

“Yes… just like that,” I breathed. She found my clit and sucked gently, then harder, her tongue flicking experimentally.

She was a quick learner. Soon she had two fingers pushing inside my tight, aching cunt, pumping them while she ate me with growing confidence.

“Fuck… Mrs. Shayla… you’re doing so good,” I gasped, hips rocking against her pretty face. The wet sounds of her fingers plunging into my soaked pussy filled the office. My legs started shaking.

“I’m cumming!” I screamed, not caring how loud I was. My orgasm crashed over me hard. I gripped her head tight and released, flooding her mouth with my creamy juices.

She kept licking and swallowing, surprised but greedy, drinking every drop I gave her.

I pulled her up immediately and kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue. My hands roamed her body, grabbing those massive, heavy breasts and sucking hard on her thick nipples, biting just enough to make her whimper.

While she was still dazed, I slipped my hand between her thighs again, rubbing her swollen, dripping pussy in fast, constant circles. Her eyes went half closed, soft moans spilling from her lips as she ground against my fingers.

“I can feel it coming again…” she whimpered.

I dropped back to my knees instantly, buried my face between her thick thighs, and devoured her.

My tongue fucked deep while my fingers rubbed her clit. She came hard, gushing into my mouth, sweet, warm, and plentiful. I swallowed as much as I could, licking her clean until she was a trembling, whimpering mess against her desk.

I stood up, licking my shiny lips, and smiled at her. “Gosh, this is heaven,” she murmured, voice hoarse.

“That’s just a quarter of what I can do to you,” I whispered, leaning in close. “If you want more… you know where to find me.”

I dressed quickly, pulling my panties and skirt back on then picked up the file Mr. Brandy had given me. I handed it to her with a sweet, innocent smile, like we hadn’t just ruined each other in her office.

Mrs. Shayla took it with shaky hands, still flushed and disheveled. I gave her one last lingering look, winked, and walked out graciously, hips swaying, feeling satisfied for the moment… but already craving my next fix.

The day was only just beginning.

I walked out of Mrs. Shayla’s office with a satisfied glow, her taste still lingering on my tongue and my pussy still tingling from the quick but intense release.

My lace panties were a soaked mess again, but I loved it. The hallway felt electric as I headed toward my microbiology class. Even after two orgasms this morning, one with the brush in the shower and now with that delicious woman my body was already whispering for more.

I slipped into the lecture hall a little late. The professor, Dr. Ellis, paused mid-sentence and raised an eyebrow at me.

“Bella, why are you late?”

“Sorry, ma’am,” I said smoothly, flashing my most innocent smile. “I had to use the toilet. Female issues.”

She sighed but didn’t push it. “Well, you’ve missed quite a bit. We covered cell membrane transport, active vs passive diffusion, and the basics of osmosis and facilitated diffusion.”

I took my seat in the front row, crossing my long legs so my short skirt rode up my thighs. “Can you remind me the key points?” I asked politely.

Dr. Ellis went over them quickly. I listened for a moment, then raised my hand and jumped in. “So, in active transport, we’re talking about things like the sodium-potassium pump, right? It uses ATP to move ions against their concentration gradient. And facilitated diffusion with carrier proteins for larger molecules like glucose…”

I kept going, explaining a couple more concepts clearly and confidently. The class was quiet. Dr. Ellis stared at me for a second, then smiled warmly.

“You really do live up to the hype, Bella. Smart girl. Keep that up.” She nodded approvingly and continued with the lecture.

I smiled back sweetly and settled into my seat, pretending to take notes while my mind wandered. My clit was still throbbing from earlier. Every time I shifted, my wet folds rubbed together.

I glanced around the room, already scanning the girls, that shy one in the third row who kept stealing glances at my legs… maybe later.

The lecture dragged on anyways without me making any crazy move.

I finally made it home after that charged day on campus. My body was still buzzing from Mrs. Shayla’s office and the filthy thoughts about Coach Brandy that had haunted me all afternoon.

I plastered on my sweetest, perfect-daughter smile as I walked through the grand entrance.

“Mom, Dad, I’m home!” I called out cheerfully.

They were in the living room. Dad waved from his chair, Mom smiled back. Everything felt normal until I reached the shoe rack to kick off my sneakers.

There they were, a pair of large, expensive men’s shoes. Way bigger than Dad’s. Dad’s short stature and small feet were unmistakable.

My eyebrows shot up. I leaned toward Mom and whispered in a gossipy tone, “Do we have a visitor?”

Mom nodded discreetly. “Yes, your father’s old friend is staying with us for a while. If you see him, show some respect, okay? He’s an important man.”

Interesting. The guest room was right next to mine. I filed that away for later and headed upstairs to drop my bag.

My skin felt sticky from the long day, my mind still racing with dirty thoughts. I needed to cool off before diving into any reading.

I changed quickly into my skimpy red bikini, the one that barely contained my full tits and left most of my toned ass on display. Perfect for unwinding.

Down at the pool, the water looked crystal clear and inviting. No one was around. I took a running start and dove in with my eyes closed, loving the shock of cool water against my heated skin.

Then I slammed straight into something solid. Panic hit instantly. My body tumbled, disoriented. Water rushed into my nose and mouth.

The sudden shock triggered that familiar tight feeling in my chest like a mini heart attack and the air I’d saved vanished. I flailed wildly, sinking fast, lungs burning.

Strong arms wrapped around my waist and yanked me upward. I broke the surface coughing and gasping, still struggling in blind panic.

I almost fell backward, arms swinging. The stranger tried to steady me by grabbing my shoulder for support, but his big hand landed directly on my left breast, squeezing the soft, barely covered flesh.

“Hey!” I shouted, half coughing, half furious.

He didn’t flinch. The man was tall enough to simply walk through the shallower water, carrying me effortlessly in his arms like I weighed nothing.

My heart hammered as he carried me up the pool stairs and set me down on the edge.

I finally got a proper look at him.

Holy fuck.

He was tall, broad, and dripping wet. Handsome in that mature, commanding way, very close to Mr. Brandy’s vibe but calmer, less harsh.

His soaked shirt clung to powerful abs and a muscular chest. Dark hair, strong jaw, intense eyes. I’d never seen him before in my life.

He stepped back, water streaming down his body, and offered a polite smile. “Sorry about that. You came out of nowhere. I’m Marcus, an old friend of your father’s.”

I was still catching my breath, water dripping from my hair down my cleavage, my bikini top slightly askew from his grip. My nipple was hard from the contact and the cool air. That accidental grope had sent a fresh jolt straight to my clit.

He gave me one last nod, then turned and walked back toward the house, completely unfazed.

I sat there on the edge of the pool, thighs pressed together, staring at his broad back and the way his wet shorts hugged his ass.

Gosh… what a hot guy that is.

Dad’s friend. Staying right next door to my bedroom. Older, built, and strong enough to carry me like a ragdoll while accidentally feeling me up.

The addiction roared back to life instantly. After Mrs. Shayla this morning and all the teasing with Coach Brandy, now this?

I bit my lip, already imagining sneaking into the guest room tonight… or accidentally walking in on him in the shower… or letting him save me again in much filthier ways.

Oh no Bella, you can handle yourself more than this. I gave myself a slap.