“You are going to crawl under my desk and pleasure my mom pussy while I get some work done, and you are mature not to make any noise while you’re at it either—I don’t want anyone who comes into my office to be inconvenienced by your punishment—is that understood?” Hermione nods, “Yes, Professor Umbridge,” she says before lowering herself onto the floor and crawling beneath Umbridge’s desk. She has no intention of making any noise, for she wants no one else to know of her situation. Umbridge sits back down, trapping her under the desk, and Hermione—slightly unsure of herself and ashamed to be helping her teacher in her own humiliation—moves her head under Umbridge’s pink skirt and positions her face between her teacher’s parted inner thighs. The moment Hermione’s tongue begins tentatively licking the Professor’s warm, moist pussy, the door to the office opens. “Professor McGonagall,” Umbridge says pleasantly, no doubt for Hermione’s benefit, “how nice of you to drop in.” Hermione freezes, her whole body flushing with shame as she sits under her Professor’s desk—naked, with her face between her teacher’s thighs. What would Professor McGonagall say to her if she could see her now? How would she look at Hermione ever again? Professor Umbridge brings her back to the present when her nails dig into Hermione’s arm, which is propped up on the chair. Hermione knows that’s a censure for not continuing with her assigned duty, so reluctantly, Hermione once again begins licking at Umbridge’s pussy as she listens to Umbridge have a conversation with her Head of House about her upcoming classroom inspection. And then, when Minerva leaves, Flitwick enters. Then Filtch, and Snape, and Vector. All the while, Hermione keeps her tongue to her Professor’s wet and aroused pussy, licking and sucking silently as tears fall down her cheeks. Each time she pauses to breathe or take a break, Umbridge’s nails dig into old whatever piece of her body that the teacher can reach, and every time Umbridge is pleased with her efforts, she feels her teacher stroking her head. That’s how Hermione realizes that Umbridge likes long strokes up her pussy and that she enjoys having her clit circled by Hermione’s tongue before having Hermione bring her clit into her mouth and suck on it. When everyone finally leaves, and Hermione hears her Professor say a spell to lock the door, Hermione instinctually knows what’s about to happen. Umbridge’s hands reach under the desk and pull her face deeper into her pussy. “Lick harder and faster, Miss Granger,” she instructs, “I’m so close.” Doing her best to obey, Hermione applies more pressure and picks up speed, despite having been licking for close to two hours at this point. Quickly, Umbridge squeals as her orgasm arrives, and Hermione continues licking through it, fearful of the consequences of any missteps, catching and swallowing all her Professor’s liquids. Eventually, Umbridge comes down from her orgasm and allows the girl to move away from her crotch. “Do you concede to the Ministry yet, girl?” she asks sucking as she catches her breath. Silently, Hermione shakes her head, unwilling to abandon her principals, even in the face of this unrelenting humiliation. This only serves to anger her teacher. “Get out from under the desk, and lie on your back on top of it, Miss Granger,” she commands, and Hermione scrambles to obey. She crawls out from under the desk and climbs on top of it, lying down on the now empty old, wooden desk. From her position, Hermione can see all the cats in the plates on the wall, Fucking and all Umbridge’s pink décor. the rape support group. I never felt sucking my hubby's cock filled my mouth like this. The later were much more lenient with landlords, since many of them were landlords, also and didn’t want to set any precedents that would make their business more difficult, either. If she was on her own she would be in her PJ's. I will. THIS IS A REVISED mature VERSION OF MY ORIGINAL STORY. Her Tangy musk filled my nose. It was much later now, and the sun was almost completely below the horizon. I stood up, "Yes, Sir. Ok mum?.” We got bored and decided to head home. You’re a local, I’m just mom a tourist. I miss you and Jill.” She says in her sexy voice. He withdrew his finger from her and allowed her to scream for a few minutes, sitting patiently and letting her drain herself out. I started massaging Ash and she glistened in the fire old light. Yankee Doodle came to town, riding on a pony, he stuck a needle Fucking in these kids and turned them to baloney. Alright man, well have fun. I let him know that I fly in the corporate jet, but I would like to bring him and his now former boss out to the Chateau one weekend. Then I let his cockhead slip into my mouth. Even as she blinked rapidly, her clothing shimmered and faded away like a desert mirage. Unlike Terry’s locker who was between the head cheerleader and School’s beauty locker.