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now, yet still I needed to see more.
    â€˜Goodness, young lady, wider!’ I chastised. ‘Hook your legs over the arms of the chair!’
    And it was a remarkable sight to behold as you obeyed me completely, slowly lifting your thighs, one after the other, until the backs of your knees folded over either armrest. You slid your toned bottom even further to the very edge of the chair and your flushed, pink sex lips separated at the last moment to display a thin, silken line of moisture within.
    It was no good; I could not watch such an entrancing, illicit display without enjoying a little pleasure of my own – but that would be the end of it, I tried to convince myself.
    Carefully, and entirely hidden from you by my desk, I unzipped my fly and withdrew my angry, swollen cock, taking it tightly within a fist.
    â€˜Okay, that’s better,’ I managed, my throat feeling tight with emotion. ‘Now, touch yourself just as you did when you were caught by Miss Jones.’
    With only the briefest of hesitations you reached a hand between your spread thighs, and with two fingers you began to slowly and awkwardly touch yourself. You shut your eyes tightly, through embarrassment or pleasure I could not tell.
    The sight of you stroking that perfectly smooth pussy was something unbelievably special, and I began to pump my shaft harder still. ‘Come now,’ I admonished, ‘do it properly. I know exactly how naughty young ladies masturbate, you know, and I can assure you that one day you will thank me for this punishment.’
    These words seemed to finally switch something in your mind, and you gasped and relaxed that little further back into the chair. Giving in to the moment you began to nibble pensively your lower lip, while clearly teasing yourself in just the way you liked to.
    Glistening fingers slid up and down your naked slit, smearing and stretching your soft flesh in every direction before you finally allowed them to seek out that tiny fold of flesh and to play with your swollen clit directly. You circled it round and round, teased it up and down and from side to side, sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly, and I watched in awe as your tight body began to twitch and jerk with each increasingly powerful spasm that exploded from within.
    Whilst surreptitiously continuing to fuck my fist from behind the cover of my desk I suddenly realised that you might actually allow yourself to orgasm in front of me, right there, on the armchair, in my office. I could easily have done so too, but, wonderful though the prospect was, I knew deep down that I could not possibly allow that to happen.
    Moaning now from the back of your throat, your hips began to rise and fall with a constant pulsating rhythm, giving themselves completely to the unremitting tease of your fingers. Without any prompting from me your free hand slipped down between your thighs also and I felt my cock jerk violently as I watched you work a single finger between your pussy lips to fuck your entrance with short, rapid strokes.
    The whole sordid, wonderful episode had gone far too far already. I knew that with just one word from you I would be in trouble beyond my wildest nightmares. And so, instead of calling a halt to the events accelerating out of my control, and with all rational judgement now completely lost to me, I decided there and then that if my career was to be over because of one gorgeous student who couldn’t keep her hands out of her knickers, then I would have to make sure that she got exactly what she deserved.
    â€˜Stop now,’ I ordered through dry lips, and your eyes immediately flashed open with alarm. Your finger remained held tightly within your pussy, however, and your breasts heaved deliciously as you tried to steady your breath.
    You looked up at me nervously, perhaps worried that once again you had let me down, but how could you have? The beautiful young woman masturbating before me, just because I’d