15. Epilogue
Epilogue
Mila
I’m settling in for the night, unsure of why my men had the nanny stay for the evening. It’s not every day that a girl ends up living with two hot professors, who make sure she’s more than cared for, but I’m not complaining. Well, I am a little, because right now, I’m alone and they’re both off doing who knows what.
A text comes into the group chat from Daddy: Dress up as my naughty schoolgirl and send me a pic.
I pout. It’s late. Apparently, the nanny wasn’t just to ensure my sleep isn’t interrupted. Again… I’m not exactly complaining… but I am having fun.
Me: I’m sleepy and I’m already in my pajamas, ready to cuddle up.
Daddy: Are you disobeying me?
Torn between wanting a spanking and wanting to find out what Daddy’s up to, I sigh and slip into a short plaid skirt, a button-up top, knee-high socks, and of course, my roller skates.
Unbuttoning the top few buttons, I adjust my cleavage, snap a photo, and send it before I rethink whether it was a good enough angle.
Daddy: A car will be there in 5. Get in and don’t ask questions.
Intrigued, I use the extra minutes to get my backpack. Unloading my books and binders, I toss in two different vibrators, a sleepshirt, and, after searching his office, a ruler.
Does my husband know what Daddy is up to? I bet they’re in on this together. I’m already wet anticipating what they could be planning.
I make my way outside and climb into the back of the waiting SUV. The driver doesn’t give anything away, no matter how much I pester him.
Then, as we pull up to the Aubergine Affair sex club, it clicks into place. I squeal, tell the driver to wait a second, and send a text: Too tired. Told the driver to take me home.
I slip off my panties and stuff them into my backpack while waiting for a response.
Daddy: Get your naughty little ass inside, so I can spank it
Me: And if I don’t?
Daddy: I’ll drag you out of that car, throw you over my shoulder, and make you sit at your desk watching everyone else in the sex club have fun.
My desk? I’m intrigued. I’m out the car in a heartbeat.
To my surprise, the doorman hands me a small piece of paper. A hall pass with my name, a room number, and ‘don’t be late’.
Skating through the club, my destination becomes clear even before I confirm the room number. The curtains are open, allowing me and everyone else to see in from the main part of the club.
A single student desk sits in the middle of the room and a dry-erase board has been hung on the wall.
I’m so excited, my wetness is slicking my thighs.
Where are my guys?
The door is open. I skate in, circling the desk that’s similar to what I had in high school—a wooden top and metal legs. I run my fingers over the cool surface, a shiver of anticipation racing up my spine.
The dry-erase board is blank, but there are markers held to it with magnets. I pick the red one, pop the cap, and write ‘Mila was here’ in big, bold letters. The squeak of the marker against the board makes me giggle.
I turn back to the desk, wondering what they have planned. My backpack suddenly feels heavy with possibilities. I unzip it, pulling out the ruler and setting it on the desk.
The vibrators follow, their soft hum filling the room as I turn them on briefly to make sure they’re charged. Should have checked that at home. I set them next to the ruler.
I’m just about to pull out my sleepshirt when I hear rustling behind me. I spin around, my skirt flaring out. Rutherford leans against the doorway, his eyes dark with desire.
He makes a twirling motion with his finger, prompting me to do a few more skating moves.
“Looks like someone’s been defacing school property,” he says, pushing off the doorframe.
Slowly stalking my direction, he bypasses me, as if he can’t tell how ready I am for him.
Lifting the eraser, he extends it. “Make this right.”
I tilt my head and bite my lip. Then with a wink, I take the eraser and clean the board.
His masculine scent amplifies my excitement. He lifts my skirt. “How dare you come to school without panties. You know what that does to the boys.”
“I have them. They’re in my backpack.”
A sharp crack fills the air and my bottom stings as the ruler connects with my ass. When did he grab it? The eraser falls from my hands as I brace myself against the board. I barely catch myself with the brake on my skate.
“That’s what you get for sassing me.”
Before I can catch my breath, he’s kneeling behind me, his hands sliding up my thighs. He reaches my wetness and teases his finger back and forth.
“You have such beautiful legs,” he says, his voice low and husky. “I could spend hours worshiping them.”
I moan as his fingers tease my curls.
“You like it when I touch you like this, don’t you, Little One?”
“Y-yes,” I stammer, my breath coming in short gasps.
“Yes, what?” he prompts, his hands continuing the teasing.
“Yes, Professor Daddy.” I’m not sure which name to use in this situation. My cheeks are flaming as my core clenches with need.
He chuckles, the vibrations sending a thrill through me. “What a clever girl. Now, I think it’s time for today’s lesson to begin.”
Helping position me with my ass sticking out, he eats my pussy from behind. Holy fucking hell, my orgasm builds fast that way.
Sterling rushes to my side, steadying me. I’m not sure where he came from but I’m glad they’re both here.
“You like it when Daddy eats your pussy?” Sterling asks.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“You like teasing your husband?” His warm breath caresses my ear as he speaks.
“Yes.”
A sharp slap lands on my butt. This time it’s Sterling. I suppose I deserved that.
What I don’t expect is for Daddy to sit back, his hands leaving my skin, creating a moment of longing at their absence.
“You like teasing both of us, don’t you?” Rutherford’s voice indicates he’s rising. He steps forward and begins to undress me with Sterling’s help. Their hands linger on every inch of skin they expose.
Catching a glimpse over my shoulder, I’m surprised by the gathering outside of our room. Apparently we aren’t the only ones turned on by the student-teacher thing.
They pivot me toward the window. Do they want me to think about all the people we’re teasing? I am.
Sterling removes my skates and socks while Rutherford holds me from behind. His hands massage my breasts, then one sinks lower, taking time on my belly, which isn’t quite back to pre-baby condition.
For a moment, I’m self-conscious. Then his hand sinks even lower—between my legs. My orgasm is too close.
I close my eyes and try to block out the sensation of their fingers tracing over my body and all of the people watching. Maybe I can hold back my orgasm.
Maybe not. It’s no use. Desire pushes me over the edge.
Flailing for support, I’m consumed by my climax. Rutherford catches on quickly and works my clit, easing me through the release, while Sterling caresses my body.
“We didn’t even get to the lesson yet,” Daddy says as he guides me to the desk. “You won’t be needing these.” He returns the vibrators to my backpack.
My body is still buzzing from my orgasm. I take my seat and watch as both men strip naked.
Daddy moves to the dry-erase board and leans against it, while my husband stays by my side.
Rutherford wraps his hand around his thick cock, slowly stroking, then makes eye contact with me. “You’re such a quick study when it comes to teasing and having orgasms, it’s time for a more difficult lesson.”
I swallow, licking my lips as my gaze drops to his hand, then back up to his face.
My husband steps between us and I give him a shy smile. He drops to his knees in front of my desk. His hands grip my knees and he spreads my legs.
“Scoot down a little,” he says.
I shuffle lower in my seat.
“There we go. Now, for your next lesson. You’re going to keep your eyes on Professor Rutherford.”
I nod.
With that, Rutherford strokes himself in earnest, his eyes never leaving mine. But mine roam over his body. I’m mesmerized by the way his hand moves, the way his breath quickens. He’s so confident, so sure of himself. He’s going to masturbate in front of all of the spectators.
Should that turn me on as much as it does?
“If you take your eyes off him, I stop,” Sterling says from the floor in front of me. He’s carefully moving under my desk. He teases me with kisses on one thigh, then the other, until he gets to my sex.
His tongue finds my clit and the next orgasm starts building. My body is electrified. The warmth of his mouth on my sex—
“Stop.” Rutherford’s voice makes me realize my eyes had fallen shut. He stops stroking.
Sterling pulls away, only his breath lingers on my wet center.
The second I get my gaze back on Daddy, he begins stroking again. “Good girl.”
Keeping my eyes open is so freaking hard, but after a few try-fail cycles, I’m learning my lesson. But I’m about to lose control and I don’t know if my eyelids will care.
If Daddy makes Hubby stop in the middle of my orgasm, I might have to grab one of my vibrators and find a private study room.
Time to find out. The pull is irresistible as my orgasm hits the point of no return. A few blinks are all I dare risk. My eyes are glued to Daddy as my body convulses on Hubby’s mouth.
Daddy stills as he lets out a low groan. The muscles in his abdomen clench gloriously, seconds before ropes of cum spray from his strained red head.
His show pulls several more waves of orgasm from me before my body slumps, exhausted.
Sterling gently squeezes my knee.
“You’re definitely the teacher’s pet, Mila,” Daddy says, straightening and giving me a wink. “I knew you could do it.”
A sense of pride washes over me and the sleepiness returns.
“Now, time for the follow-up exam.” Daddy approaches me and takes Sterling’s place.
I’m staring in disbelief as Sterling goes to the dry-erase board, drawing his fingers through his pre-cum, and slicking his shaft before stroking.
“We have to make sure it wasn’t just beginner’s luck.” The dragging of Daddy’s tongue up my thigh, right onto my sex, fills me with energy… or at least with enough to sit through one more lesson.
But then I really will be ready to put on my sleepshirt and cuddle up with my two favorite professors.
And we live happily ever after!