How did he get them here?


    He would have to have nned this well in advance.


    Had Jake been thinking of me sexually all semester?


    Our flirtation had been rather tame untilst week.


    Although Ihadnoticed him checking me out on asion… 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 feltpelled to have Jake see my legs in them (on the assumption they were from him). I also feltpelled 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 entuated 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,ckyoung man who wasn’t my husband… or rather a sexy, ck young man who wasn’t my husband and was hopefullyverywell 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 mboyantly … 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 googlingter).


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


    I slipped back into my open toed shoes and returned to my ssroom, 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 ck 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!


    Wow! That turned me on!


    Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was being brazen myself, but without hesitation I reached for the special cum coffee, ignoring the other.


    Truthfully, I couldn’t tell much difference in the taste between my regr ck with two cream and this ck with cum.


    Yet, the taboo realisation that I was drinking cum… ck man’s cum… in my coffee, in my ssroom, on my birthday, was surreal.


    It was the most exhrating moment of my life… I was standing in my ssroom drinking Jake’s cum!


    And God it felt good… and I was doing it without actually cheating on my husband.


    I was still drinking the cum coffee when Pam, a colleague of mine, came in wished me a happy birthday.


    Although I wanted 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 in.


    I finished my cum coffee, still exhrated at the rush of it and taught all morning in my sexy stockings with a belly full of cum.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    The morning was great… little kids are so sweet… I got four presents and they sang an adorable happy birthday to me.


    At break, a couple more colleagues stopped by to visit, again inadvertently flirt-blocking me from what I really wanted to do.


    At 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 to buy my forgiveness from across the ocean for his absence on my birthday.


    So I ate lunch with colleagues, visited and had a nice time… Jake joined the table for a few minutes before giving me a sly smile and leaving.


    A smile that told me he had even more in store.


    I excused myself a few 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 escted stakespletely exhrating even though I still had no intention of doing anything more than flirting… maybe extreme flirting, but still flirting… I think.


    When I got back to my room there was a small donut box on my desk. I opened it and saw a note on top of a chocte donut. Happy Birthday, Connie!!! A special GLAZED donut for you!!!


    I couldn’t believe it. He had left on my desk a chocte zed donut with a load of cum on it. The cum looked fresh too, as if he had just jerked off and coated it a few moments ago. Gooey freshness!


    This 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 off a donut.


    I should have been insulted… offended… angry.


    This qualified as sexual harassment… which made the act even more brazen and smug.


    Yet… I was not offended.


    No… I was turned on.


    And hungry.


    And curious.


    And so damn horny.


    And again, eating a donut wasn’t cheating.


    So before I could change my mind and before any of my students returned to ss, I picked up the chocte zed donut and took a bite.


    And another.


    It didn’t count as sexual harassment if you liked it.


    I could taste his cum, slightly warm, which made me wish I’d eaten this donut the moment I found it. His cum mixed with the typical zed sugar and the donut itself was an odd, yet yummy mixture that enhanced the taste of a donut I often enjoyed.


    I was taking a third bite when Jake walked in… my mouth full of donut and cum… his cum.


    “Enjoying the donut?” He asked with a knowing smile.


    “Nothing is better than a chocte zed donut,” I answered after swallowing.


    “Happy you’re enjoying it,” he said, walking up to me. “A lot of effort went into preparing this donut for you.”


    “How so?” I asked, ying along, taking a fourth bite, looking directly into his eyes.


    “I gently warmed the special ze over a slow burner all morning before whipping it at high speed and generously coating the donut for that unique birthday ze,” he said, now standing in front of my desk, not even pretending he hadn’t recentlye all over my donut.


    Once I swallowed the fourth bite, I smiled, “Well, I could go for a chocte zed any time.”


    “You should see what it tastes like when you get your ze directly from the source,” he offered.


    “Is that so?” I asked, winking as I popped the rest of my cum donut down the hatch.


    “Oh yes, it’s always better when ites directly out of the oven,” he said, his metaphor getting weak, but his invitation stillpletely clear.


    “I may have to try it that way someday,” I drawled, once I finished chewing.


    “I highly rmend it,” he said, just as Allison walked in.


    “Highly rmend what?” Allison asked.


    Jake answered, covering like an expert, “A club called The Pit.”


    “Is it new?” Allison asked, she also being a first year teacher and one who clearly had the hots for Jake. Beforest week I’d thought her obvious lust for Jake was cute; now I was jealous.


    Jake turned to her and answered, “It’s been around for a while.”


    “I’ll have to check it out sometime,” Allison said.


    Jake nodded, “It will change your life.”