You really have an excellent view, which is good, because Miss Stoller is providing you with something really entertaining to look at. She's leaning way back in her large, plush office chair, her legs spread wide, one hand holding her pussy lips apart while the other vigorously strokes her clit. Once you get over that shock, you notice that she's done up her face with fire-red lipstick and heavy eye makeup, and that along with the expression of sexual bliss on her face has transformed her just in the way you might have expected. The conservative outfit she still wears gives her a strange and enticing appearance as a cross between the prim and intolerant woman you've already met, and the wanton slut that obviously lies just beneath the surface.
Suddenly you remember that in your pocket is a small digital camera, which you had intended to use to get some snapshots of you and to send home. You immediately put it up to the doorknob hole and snap several pictures (without flash). The camera works silently and you smile with satisfaction as you put it back in your pocket.
Taking a look around, you see that the hall is essentially quiet. It is after hours, and everyone is supposed to be in their rooms. You can rest assured that no one will interrupt you for a while, though since that was probably what Miss Stoller thought as well, you decide that you won't press your luck too far. After watching her get off for a few more minutes, you turn to tiptoe away.
"..." Miss Stoller calls from her office.
You freeze, almost dropping the camera.
"Oh, , fuck me hard... fuck my cunt with your big shaft, you sexy boy..."
Slowly, you turn back to the door and peer through. She's not even looking in your direction. As incredible as it seems, Miss Stoller is actually fantasizing about you! Risk of getting caught or not, this is too good to pass up. You wish you had a tape recorder.
"Do you like the way my virgin pussy feels, ? Your big cock makes it hurt so good, I want it..."
You can tell she's building up to climax, and raise the camera again to get a shot of the exact moment. As you do so, you put one hand out to steady yourself, and it hits the broken doorknob, rolling it across the floor.
Miss Stoller's eyes go wide with panic. "Who's there?" she calls. |