I’m Penny, a woman in my mid-thirties, and Ivan was my partner, also in his mid-thirties. We had a shared secret – a kink for ageplay. It was our way of escaping the monotony of adulthood, a chance to let our inner children run free, and it always led to some incredibly hot, passionate sex.
Tonight, I was his naughty schoolgirl, and he was my stern teacher. I was dressed in a short plaid skirt, white blouse, and knee-high socks, my hair in pigtails. Ivan, on the other hand, was dressed in a crisp shirt, tie, and slacks. His glasses gave him an air of authority that made my heart race.
“Penny, you’ve been very naughty today,” Ivan said, his voice stern yet playful. I bit my lip, trying to look innocent. “You’ve been disrupting the class and now you have detention.”
I pouted, “But sir, I didn’t mean to!” I protested, batting my eyelashes. Ivan chuckled, “I’m afraid that’s not good enough, Penny. You’ll have to stay after class and write lines.”
As I sat at my desk, pretending to write lines, Ivan moved closer. He stood behind me, his hand brushing against my shoulder. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. His hand moved down to my thigh, making my breath hitch. “You’re not focusing, Penny,” he chided, his voice low and husky.
I turned around, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, sir,” I whispered. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “I think you need a different kind of punishment,” he murmured, his hand moving up my thigh, pushing my skirt up.
I gasped as his fingers brushed against my panties. “Sir, please,” I moaned, my body already responding to his touch. He chuckled, “You want this, don’t you, Penny?” I nodded, my cheeks flushed.
He pulled me up from the chair, his lips crashing against mine. I moaned into the kiss, my hands moving to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. He chuckled, breaking the kiss to help me. I pushed his shirt off, my hands exploring his muscular chest.
He lifted me up, setting me down on the desk. His hands moved to my blouse, undoing the buttons slowly, teasingly. I moaned as he exposed my lacy bra, his fingers tracing the edge. He leaned down, his lips wrapping around my nipple through the fabric. I gasped, my hands moving to his hair.
He pulled my skirt up, his fingers hooking into my panties. I lifted my hips, letting him pull them off. He tossed them aside, his fingers moving to my wet pussy. I moaned as he slid a finger inside me, my body arching off the desk.
He added another finger, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit. I moaned, my hands gripping the edge of the desk. “Fuck, Ivan,” I moaned, my body trembling. He chuckled, “You like that, Penny?” I nodded, my breath hitching as he curled his fingers inside me.
He pulled his fingers out, making me whimper. He smirked, “Don’t worry, Penny. I’m not done with you yet.” He unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, already hard and ready.
He moved between my legs, his cock teasing my entrance. I moaned, my hands moving to his hips. “Please, Ivan,” I begged, my body aching for him. He chuckled, “Since you asked so nicely.”
He slammed into me, making me cry out. He set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against mine. I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Fuck, Ivan,” I moaned, my body trembling.
He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. I moaned into the kiss, my body arching off the desk. He broke the kiss, his lips moving to my neck. I moaned as he sucked on the sensitive spot, his hips still slamming into me.
I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling. “Ivan, I’m gonna cum,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. He smirked, “Cum for me, Penny.”
He slammed into me one last time, making me scream as my orgasm washed over me. He followed soon after, his cum filling me up. We stayed like that for a moment, panting and trembling.
He pulled out, helping me off the desk. I smiled at him, my body still humming with pleasure. “That was amazing,” I said, my voice breathy. He chuckled, “Just another day in detention.”
We cleaned up, getting dressed again. I smiled at him, feeling more alive than I had in a long time. Ageplay might not be for everyone, but for us, it was the perfect way to spice up our sex life. And with Ivan, every day was a new adventure.
I’m Penny, a woman in my mid-thirties, and Ivan was my partner, also in his mid-thirties. We had a shared secret – a kink for ageplay. It was our way of escaping the monotony of adulthood, a chance to let our inner children run free, and it always led to some incredibly hot, passionate sex.
Tonight, I was his naughty schoolgirl, and he was my stern teacher. I was dressed in a short plaid skirt, white blouse, and knee-high socks, my hair in pigtails. Ivan, on the other hand, was dressed in a crisp shirt, tie, and slacks. His glasses gave him an air of authority that made my heart race.
“Penny, you’ve been very naughty today,” Ivan said, his voice stern yet playful. I bit my lip, trying to look innocent. “You’ve been disrupting the class and now you have detention.”
I pouted, “But sir, I didn’t mean to!” I protested, batting my eyelashes. Ivan chuckled, “I’m afraid that’s not good enough, Penny. You’ll have to stay after class and write lines.”
As I sat at my desk, pretending to write lines, Ivan moved closer. He stood behind me, his hand brushing against my shoulder. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. His hand moved down to my thigh, making my breath hitch. “You’re not focusing, Penny,” he chided, his voice low and husky.
I turned around, looking up at him with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, sir,” I whispered. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “I think you need a different kind of punishment,” he murmured, his hand moving up my thigh, pushing my skirt up.
I gasped as his fingers brushed against my panties. “Sir, please,” I moaned, my body already responding to his touch. He chuckled, “You want this, don’t you, Penny?” I nodded, my cheeks flushed.
He pulled me up from the chair, his lips crashing against mine. I moaned into the kiss, my hands moving to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. He chuckled, breaking the kiss to help me. I pushed his shirt off, my hands exploring his muscular chest.
He lifted me up, setting me down on the desk. His hands moved to my blouse, undoing the buttons slowly, teasingly. I moaned as he exposed my lacy bra, his fingers tracing the edge. He leaned down, his lips wrapping around my nipple through the fabric. I gasped, my hands moving to his hair.
He pulled my skirt up, his fingers hooking into my panties. I lifted my hips, letting him pull them off. He tossed them aside, his fingers moving to my wet pussy. I moaned as he slid a finger inside me, my body arching off the desk.
He added another finger, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit. I moaned, my hands gripping the edge of the desk. “Fuck, Ivan,” I moaned, my body trembling. He chuckled, “You like that, Penny?” I nodded, my breath hitching as he curled his fingers inside me.
He pulled his fingers out, making me whimper. He smirked, “Don’t worry, Penny. I’m not done with you yet.” He unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, already hard and ready.
He moved between my legs, his cock teasing my entrance. I moaned, my hands moving to his hips. “Please, Ivan,” I begged, my body aching for him. He chuckled, “Since you asked so nicely.”
He slammed into me, making me cry out. He set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against mine. I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Fuck, Ivan,” I moaned, my body trembling.
He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. I moaned into the kiss, my body arching off the desk. He broke the kiss, his lips moving to my neck. I moaned as he sucked on the sensitive spot, his hips still slamming into me.
I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling. “Ivan, I’m gonna cum,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. He smirked, “Cum for me, Penny.”
He slammed into me one last time, making me scream as my orgasm washed over me. He followed soon after, his cum filling me up. We stayed like that for a moment, panting and trembling.
He pulled out, helping me off the desk. I smiled at him, my body still humming with pleasure. “That was amazing,” I said, my voice breathy. He chuckled, “Just another day in detention.”
We cleaned up, getting dressed again. I smiled at him, feeling more alive than I had in a long time. Ageplay might not be for everyone, but for us, it was the perfect way to spice up our sex life. And with Ivan, every day was a new adventure.
