Beyonce saunters over, her hips swaying with an authority that didn't need words. She stops in front of them, the smell of her expensive perfume mingling with the faint scent of arousal in the air. Her eyes glint with a mix of power and hunger.
"Alright," she purrs, "since you two are so eager to put on a show, let's make it interesting."
With a flick of her wrist, she instructs them to kiss. The command is a seductive whisper, filled with the promise of something more.
Rihanna and Nicki lean in, their lips meeting with a soft smack. The kiss starts tentatively, but as Beyonce's eyes bore into them, it quickly escalates.
Their tongues slide against each other, exploring and tasting, the kiss deepening as they lose themselves in the moment.
Beyonce watches intently, her hand moving to her own neck, her thumb caressing the soft skin there. She reaches into her desk drawer and pulls out a ruler, the wood polished and gleaming.
The sound of it tapping against her palm sends a shiver down Rihanna's spine. "Keep going," she murmurs, her voice thick with need. "But remember, I'm in charge here."
The kiss becomes more urgent as Beyonce's hand moves from her neck to her skirt, sliding it aside to reveal matching black lace panties. Her own hand slides down to join theirs, her fingers slipping into the fabric to touch herself.
The sight of their teacher, normally so composed, now lost in her own desire, is intoxicating.
Rihanna's hand moves to Nicki's breast, teasing the nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt. Nicki arches into the touch, her breath hitching as Rihanna's teeth graze her bottom lip. The kiss deepens, their tongues dancing together as their hands roam each other's bodies.
The tension in the room is a living thing, pulsing with each beat of their racing hearts. Beyonce's eyes never leave them, her gaze burning with an intensity that makes their skin prickle with goosebumps. "Good," she says, her voice a smoky whisper. "Now, I want you to show me what you can do with that mouth of yours, Rihanna."
The educator steps closer, pressing the ruler into Rihanna's hand. The implication is clear: she expects Rihanna to use it, and use it well. The young woman's eyes widen, but the excitement in them is unmistakable.
She breaks the kiss with Nicki, her breath coming in shallow pants as she looks up at Beyonce.
"On your knees," Beyonce commands, her voice firm. Rihanna complies, her legs shaking slightly as she lowers herself to the floor. Nicki watches, her eyes glazed over with desire, as Rihanna positions herself between Beyonce's legs, the ruler still gripped tightly in her hand.
The room feels smaller, the air hotter as Beyonce spreads her legs wider, revealing her soaked panties. She nods at Rihanna, the silent order to begin clear. The young woman takes a deep breath, then presses the ruler against Beyonce's inner thigh, tracing it upward in a slow, deliberate line.
The older woman's breath hitches, her grip on the desk tightening.
Nicki can't help but watch, her own hand moving back to her pearl as she watches the scene unfold. The anticipation is exquisite, the power dynamics shifting in a way she never expected.
With a flick of her wrist, Rihanna pulls the ruler away, replacing it with her tongue. She kisses and licks her way up Beyonce's thigh, the fabric of her panties the only barrier to the warm, wet heat beneath.
Beyonce's hips jerk, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Finally, Rihanna reaches the apex of her thighs. With a teasing smile, she hooks her fingers into the lace and pulls it aside, exposing Beyonce's glistening cookie.
The scent of arousal fills the room, heady and overwhelming.
Beyonce gasps as Rihanna's tongue flicks against her bud, the initial shock of the cold metal ruler giving way to a delicious wave of pleasure.
The room is thick with the scent of arousal, the tension palpable. Rihanna looks up, her eyes locking onto Beyonce's, and the teacher can't help but be drawn in by the lustful challenge.
"Good," she murmurs, her voice a seductive purr. "Now, let's see what you can do with that ruler." She steps back, giving Rihanna and Nicki the space they need.
Rihanna, her eyes gleaming with excitement, takes the ruler in hand and stands up, her knees popping as she does so. She licks her lips, tasting the sweetness of Nicki on her mouth, and turns to face Beyonce. The ruler is now a tool of pleasure, not punishment, and she's eager to show her teacher just how adept she is with it.
Nicki watches, her eyes wide and her breath coming in short gasps. She's never been this turned on before, not even in her wildest fantasies. She can feel her own wetness soaking through her panties, and she knows that she's not the only one.
Rihanna approaches Beyonce, her steps deliberate and confident. She traces the ruler along the older woman's body, from her collarbone to her navel, then back up again. Each touch is a promise, a silent vow to push boundaries and explore new heights of pleasure.
Beyonce's breath hitches as Rihanna's hand moves to her breast, squeezing it gently before sliding the ruler under her bra to caress her nipple. The younger girl's eyes never leave hers, holding her gaze as she teases and torments her.
With a flick of her wrist, Rihanna releases the clasp of Beyonce's bra, letting it fall to the floor. The sight of her bare breasts, the nipples hard and begging for attention, is almost too much for Nicki to handle.
She watches, her own hand slipping back into her panties as Rihanna's mouth closes around one of Beyonce's nipples.
The sound of the ruler tapping against the desk is the only noise in the room as Rihanna works her magic. Beyonce's hand moves to Rihanna's head, her fingers tangling in the curly hair as she moans, her body arching into the touch.
And then, without warning, Rihanna's mouth moves down, her tongue tracing a wet line down Beyonce's stomach until it reaches the damp fabric of her panties. She slides the ruler inside, the wood pressing against the teacher's pearl as she sucks and bites at her through the barrier.
Beyonce's legs tremble, and she grabs the desk for support. "Yes," she breathes, her eyes closing as the sensation becomes too much. "Keep going."
Rihanna obliges, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as she pushes the ruler deeper, the wood disappearing into the folds of Beyonce's sex. Nicki can see the wetness seeping through the fabric, and she knows that the older woman is close to the edge.
The tension in the room is unbearable, a coil tightening in their bellies as they watch, each movement of Rihanna's hand and mouth driving Beyonce closer to climax.
The ruler moves in a steady rhythm, in and out, the slick sound of wetness filling the air.
And then, with a final, desperate cry, Beyonce comes, her body shaking as Rihanna continues to lick and suck, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her. The ruler clatters to the floor, forgotten in the intensity of the moment.
The three of them stand there, panting and spent, the silence in the room a stark contrast to the storm of passion that just swept through. It's clear that detention has taken a very unexpected turn, and they're all eager to see where it will lead next.
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