Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

White Slut's Club: Ep7

How did he get them here?

He would have to have planned this well in advance. Had Jake been thinking of me sexually all semester? Our flirtation had been rather tame until last week.

Although I had noticed him checking me out on occasion... or at the time I'd been pretty sure.

Although I was dressed pretty nicely today, and was already wearing tan thigh highs, I knew I had to put these on... partly because I wanted to feel the sheerest silk there was in hosiery, and also because I felt compelled to have Jake see my legs in them (on the assumption they were from him). I also felt compelled to hint at my secret submissive nature that I always hid so well at work... although I wasn't sure I'd hidden it so well from Jake.

I went to the staff washroom, removed my thigh highs and put on the new pair.

As I slid on the expensive hosiery I couldn't help but feel a variety of things:

-rich and decadent wearing such extravagant hosiery

-sexy because the seam on the back really accentuated the stockings

-slutty because I was wearing these partly because they were a gift, partly because I loved hosiery, but mostly to impress a sexy young man who wasn't my husband... or a sexy, black young man who wasn't my husband... or rather a sexy, black young man who wasn't my husband and was hopefully very well endowed.

I shook my head at my naughty thoughts and felt wetness leaking into my thong... the only one I owned and one I hadn't worn in years, but had chosen to wear today... for him... for Jake... even though I had no intention of doing anything more than flirt flamboyantly... I think.

I caressed my own legs, in awe of how silky sheer they were... unlike anything I'd ever felt before... and I wondered how expensive they actually were (something worth googling later).

Again I glanced behind me, admiring the sexy seam going up my legs.

I slipped back into my open toed shoes and returned to my classroom, and felt a rush of disappointment course through me when Jake wasn't in the room.

However, when I got to my desk there were two coffees sitting on it, with a note. They hadn't been there earlier.

Happy birthday,

I hope you liked the first present. Here is the second. The coffee on your right is your usual, the coffee on your left is black with some very SPECIAL homemade cream.

Enjoy!

I knew instantly what that meant. Jake... it had to be Jake... had added a load of his cum to my coffee.

Wow! That was brazen!

Wow! That was kinky!

That turned

it was being brazen myself, but without hesitation I reached for the special cum

difference in the taste between my regular black with two

drinking cum... black man's cum... in my coffee, in my classroom,

was the most exhilarating moment of my life... I was

was doing it

when Pam, a colleague of mine, came in wished

her to leave in case Jake came in, I couldn't be so rude as to actually say so, and she didn't leave until the bell rang and the kids came

still exhilarated at the rush of it and taught all morning

sweet... I got four presents and they

couple more colleagues stopped by to visit, again inadvertently flirt-blocking me from what

lunchtime, my husband, surprising me, had ordered food brought in for me from my favourite restaurant. He was being sweet, and usually this would have warmed my heart, but today it just annoyed me... trying

visited and had a nice time... Jake joined the table for a

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me he

minutes before lunch was over in hopes of getting a face to face birthday greeting from Jake... feeling like a teenager again... the flirting and the escalated stakes completely exhilarating even though I still had no intention of doing anything more than flirting... maybe extreme flirting, but still

desk. I opened it and saw a note on top

had left on my desk a chocolate glazed donut with a load of cum on it. The cum looked fresh too, as if he had

was even more brazen than the coffee. For one, this cum was clearly visible. For two, he was assuming I was the kind of woman who would eat a man's cum

been

as sexual harassment... which made the act even more

I was

I was

And hungry.

And curious.

And so damn horny.

again, eating a donut

change my mind and before any of my students returned to

And another.

sexual harassment if you liked

which made me wish I'd eaten this donut the moment I found it. His cum mixed with the typical glazed sugar