Pervert for Life

The thought was strangely dark and thrilling and Instructor Hera couldn’t help but increase the pace at which she was fingering her pussy.

Her lewd juices splattered onto the ground, however she couldn’t care in the slightest.

She wanted to orgasm.

The squelching sounds of her pussy being double fucked by both her and the invisible fingers echoed in the quiet bathroom.

Watching her through the holographic display I was... impressed to say the least.

’It seems every woman has a slutty side to her...’ I muttered internally, seeing as the instructor was fingering her own pussy, ’its left for me to unlock it for them.’

Naturally, few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have been able to guess that Instructor Hera would one day leave her classroom, just go fingerfuck herself in the rest room.

Even though I’d always admired her from afar, her long slender legs, and the way her skirt tightly hugged her soft, jiggly ass cheeks, it stopped at just that.

I knew her to be a strict lady, so I tried to maintain my distance, so she wouldn’t catch me stealing glances at the space in between her skirt whenever she leaned in to give one of the students a closer guidance.

I brushed the thought clouding my mind aside, as I focused on the holographic display in front of me.

That was in the past. Now, with the system, its only a matter of time before her corruption was complete.

Instructor Hera could be seen fucking herself and being fucked at the same time.

As her fingers were flying into her pussy, mentally, I was removing the two I’d inserted, and as hers were removing, mine were entering.

Her facial expression had turned into a dishevelled broken mess.

The dual sensation she felt in her pussy made her knees buckle.

She came again with a muffled cry against her own wrist as I noticed her walls clenched hard around both sets of fingers.

Clear fluid sprayed from the region between her thighs and dripped onto the tile.

However Instructor Hera kept working her fingers into her pussy through the orgasm, chasing the climax because at this point stopping felt impossible.

Only after her squirting began receding did Hera slowly reduce her fingers’ movements.

She felt the invisible fingers that were buried inside her pussy slowly slide out of her wet cunt with a pop sound.

As the fingers slid out, a whitish mess trailed down her thighs almost immediately and rolled down to the floor.

Instructor Hera glanced at the mess she had become with a disbelieving look.

Letting out multiple ragged breaths, she felt herself gradually recovering.

Hera wiped herself with trembling hands, fixed her skirt as best she could, and after spending a few more minutes washing up in the bathroom she pushed the guilt and lingering excitement she felt, then stepped out of the stall.

She washed her hands at the sink and stared at her reflection.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were bright.

A thin trail of sweat still clung to her forehead, causing her dark green hair to loosely hang her messy strands around as it framed her face.

It was a clear contrast to the upright lady she’d been moments ago.

Now she instead looked like a slut that had been thoroughly used.

And the thought didn’t seem half as bad to her...

Instructor Hera sighed, feeling the shift in mentality.

Was it because after countless years of celibacy she finally reached the climax she was used to?

Was that why she felt a little different?

She washed her face, and neatly styled her hair to the back.

Feeling her usual composure return back to her, she returned to the classroom.

The moment she entered, she only swept a glance at the students, before she took her place behind the podium again and opened her mouth to resume the lecture.

The moment she did, her eyes narrowed sharply as she felt the invisible fingers return.

They were prying her pussy lips open, and forcefully entering her like wriggling tentacles.

This time they did not start slow.

Instead, the invisible fingers started deep and hard, matching the pace of a real cock.

The electricity on her clit switched to rapid, stinging pulses almost immediately, making her alarmed.

Her hands slammed flat on the podium surface as a soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Instantly more than twenty pairs of eyes snapped up in her direction, staring at her curiously.

She forced a laugh that sounded almost normal and quickly lied. "Sorry. Muscle spasm. Its an old injury from a dungeon run years ago. It flares up without warning attimes."

No one looked convinced, but no one challenged her either.

Instructor Hera was forced to continue the lecture in a shaky voice that caused the students to be filled with confusion.

The fingers kept fucking her and the current kept sparking.

Her thighs were slick again within moments.

And she could feel a third orgasm building in her pussy. This time she guessed it would even be heavier than the first two, and she knew she would not be able to hide it if it hit while she was still speaking.

The fingers soon slowed down to an almost pitiful rhythm as Hera felt her composure returning.

I felt a little sympathetic and decided to decrease the speed of my thrust.

I didn’t want to ruin her reputation completely.

At least not yet.

More than thirty minutes passed as I continued my gentle, slow strokes into her pussy.

Instructor Hera’s breathing and speech slowed, as she felt her orgasm calmly.

It was unlike the previous two.

This time, it was slow, relieving and peaceful.

She felt her fluids gently trail down her thighs, drenching her panties again, along with her skirt.

She let out a slow breath as a smile couldn’t help but form on her lips as she concluded the class’ session.

"And that would be all for today. Your next instructor will be with you shortly for the combat lesson."

She glanced at the students as she finished speaking, however her eyes lingered on me a moment longer.

Strangely... she was suddenly feeling drawn to that student.