I don’t teach for the money, obviously, if you know what we get paid; so when I see students turn into mature young adults, it really is a great feeling of achievement.
I have one family, the Petersons, whose youngest child Devon is currently in my class. Devon's older sisters, Elizabeth (Liz) now in the 8th grade, and Karli, a senior (she was in my very first class after I began teaching right out of college), were both well-behaved girls, always doing the most exceptional work and were courteous to their classmates. They were both a real joy to have. I never, ever, had a negative moment with either one.
Devon, on the other hand, is the exact opposite. At least once a week I have to put a note in his folder detailing his misdeeds and asking his parents to sign and return it to me. Truthfully, he's a bright student, but his desperate need for constant attention hinders his learning. He's done little things like breaking classmate's pencils and switching lunchbox contents. He's also done major things like stealing from backpacks and destroying text books.
I believe it's all a cry for the attention that he probably doesn't get at home. Being the youngest child, the only boy, following his perfect sisters is probably extremely difficult. It also doesn’t help that his father is generally out of town, and his mother is heavily involved in her daughters’ schools' PTA, sports, and cheerleading. I almost feel sorry for Devon, except that for each note I send home, I then need to interact with his mother.
Mrs. Peterson. Constance Peterson. Not Connie, but Constance. Ugh. Just hearing her name caused me stress and anxiety. When I had her two girls as students, any of my interactions with her were always mildly pleasant. Good reports on the girls and no problems with Mrs. Peterson, although she always acted as if I wasn’t worthy of her precious time. But this year, it's as if she's a different person and has a personal vendetta against me. All of Devon's issues are my fault, according to her. I dread when my phone rings and I'm notified by the receptionist that Mrs. Peterson is here to see me. She’s yelled at me, cussed at me, and even broken a picture frame on my desk, as she called me a rotten teacher and accused me of making up stories about her do-no-wrong Devon. I don't know what happened to her, or what I did to deserve all this abuse from her, but as a teacher, we're trained to agree with the parent and work out a resolution.
Constance is probably 40 years old now. Of course if you'd ask her, she'd say she's 30 (which would mean she had her first child when she was 12!). Nonetheless, she really could pass for 30. I'm almost 30 and I look older than she does. The male teachers on staff call her a MILF, or at least that is their fantasy of her. They leer after her as she saunters by on her quest to make my life miserable.
Constance is 5' 9", a few inches taller than I am, and she likes to wear 3-inch stiletto heels, which give her an intimidating height. Her long, fiery red hair, which matches her domineering personality, is always (and I mean always) perfectly styled. She likes to drape it over her shoulders, letting it lie on her chest as if to direct your eyes to her cleavage; cleavage she loves to showcase. Even in the middle of winter, when everyone is wearing bulky, crewneck sweaters trying to keep warm, Constance will wear something scoop neck, V-neck, low cut. She's not large breasted, maybe a 36 C, but they still seem very firm and impressive. She also has long, slender, athletic, legs that are the envy of all women her age. Add in the three-inch pumps she always wears and she has a very powerful, sexual and dominating persona.
As we approached Parent Conference Day, notices were sent home asking for preferred times to schedule a conference. We provide time for all the parents to choose from, with the last conference supposed to end by 6 p.m. (we allow late times for the working parents) and I had a full day planned with one exception; Constance. She sent me an email saying she wouldn't be able to meet until 7:30 p.m., and that she had already verified that with my principal, who suggested that I would be glad to stay late for her conference. I cursed my luck and dreaded the upcoming interview with her.
Before I continue with my story, I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Hannah Hawkins. I am recently divorced and have a six year old daughter, Elaine, who is my pride and joy. I am 5’6”, a brunette, with brown eyes and weigh a typical 137 pounds. My breasts are also rather normal, at 34b, and while they are not really large, they are very firm. I also have strong legs, although I usually hide them in dress pants. My greatest asset is my smile, one I have been told melts hearts.
Because of the lateness of my last interview, and the potential for it to be both long and stressful, I had my ex-husband, now forever known as Asshole, to keep Elaine for the night. I figured I might need a glass of wine when I got home...maybe even a bottle.
The day was long, as Parent Conference Days always are, but having to wait two hours after my last interview, was excruciating. The clock ticked by slowly, giving me ample time to consider what Constance may say or do. Every scenario I considered ended badly. The draft in my classroom did not help either, as I was cold in my conservative black skirt, black pantyhose and white blouse. When I went to the staffroom at 7:00 to get water, the school was empty. I was the only teacher left, other than my Principal. I went back to my classroom and waited and waited and waited.
At 7:40, I was pissed. She made me wait two hours and decided to not even show up; the fucking bitch. I got up to leave, packed my bag, and slid out of my heels. I had one foot on a student’s desk chair and I was just about to put on my runners when Constance walked in.
Constance gave a cough to make aware her presence; I immediately stood up straight, stumbling a bit, realizing my skirt had lifted carelessly, revealing way too much of my pantyhose-covered leg.
“You were leaving?” she asked in a condescending tone. She was dressed as she usually was, immaculately pristine, yet there was something different. She had on a business suit with a white silk shirt, two buttons open, to, as usual, showcase her breasts; a black skirt, just above the knee, with matching stockings that had seams up the back of her long legs; her patent three-inch pumps were gone and replaced with three inch ankle boots. She also had on a choker, something she had never worn before, and her red hair was in a bun. She looked ready for business.
I looked over at her, hiding my anxiety, I ignored her question and asked her to come in. I slipped back into my heels and sat down at the table. To my surprise, she moved her chair to be beside me, instead of across from me like the set up is meant to be. In an instant I had lost my power position. My apprehension increased, as I prepared to start the interview from Hell. As she sat down, she crossed her legs, her skirt riding up rather highly, revealing the top of a stocking held by a garter belt. It should not have been a distraction, but it became an obsession.
I handed her the report card that had a plethora of Cs and Ds. Constance looked at the report card thoroughly, the seconds turning into minutes. I fiddled with my ring as I patiently took quick glimpses at her long stocking-clad legs and nervously awaited the assault. Her ankle bumped my leg and lingered there longer than socially acceptable.
Putting the file down, she leaned towards me, her two open buttons giving me a clear glimpse of her fleshy cleavage. Her voice was stern, “Why do you hate my son?”
My eyes broke away from her hypnotically inviting breasts as I defended my dignity, “I don’t hate your son. I treat him the same as I treat all my students.”
She gave a smug smirk as she said sarcastically, “You hate all your students?”
I immediately stood up, enraged; my cheeks flush with anger, furious that my professional integrity was being questioned.
Before I could speak and defend myself, Mrs. Peterson stood up herself and demanded, in a deliberate don’t-mess-with-me tone, “Sit down, Miss Hawkins.”
Her commanding voice, her uncompromising eyes, her towering figure all caused me to immediately plop back into my chair, all my rage disappearing in a flash, replaced by fear of what this woman might do next. She walked around my chair, putting her hands on my shoulders. Her harsh tone vanished, as she whispered, “You are tense, my pet.” Tense was putting it mildly. She then began to massage my shoulders gently.
I tried to process this bizarre situation, her sudden anger replaced by a soft voice and this gentle massage of my shoulders, not to mention her calling me “my pet.” My anger was slowly simmering as I became relaxed from the gentle massage; but I was also confused at the sudden change in Constance’s demeanour. My mixed feelings had me reeling. I couldn’t speak or move. I was both petrified and yet oddly relaxed. It made no sense, but I was at the whim of this harsh woman. So distracted, I barely caught the soft, tender voice she now used as she inquired, “So, what are we going to do about Devon’s grades, my pet?”
‘My pet’ she said a second time. I was so rattled by this strange approach of this usually despicable woman that I was caught completely off guard. She quit massaging me and sat back down and I was surprised at the overwhelming disappointment that filled me. I attempted to recompose myself as I looked back to Mrs. Peterson. I explained that her son’s grades are greatly impacted by his lack of effort and his constant discipline issues. If he applied himself, and behaved himself, he had the potential to be an excellent student, like both her older daughters.
Mrs. Peterson smiled as her hand fell ever so haphazardly onto my knee. I tried to listen to her words, but I was distracted by her soft touch on my leg and the ample cleavage that was staring me in the face. She seemed to be waiting for a response to whatever she had just said and I, slightly flushed, requested she repeat her question.
Her smile never faded as she asked, “Are you distracted, my pet?”
I should have pulled back, but I didn’t. A fire seemed to burn inside me. My cheeks flushed and my loins began to stir.
Now I should mention I am not a lesbian. I had made out with girlfriends at the bar to tease our boyfriends back in college and such, but never had been seriously aroused by the opposite sex. Okay, now that I think about it, there was a brief kissing incident with my colleague Colleen, which happened just last week. We were at a bar for happy hour, which turned into happy ‘hours’. With drunken exuberance, she had suddenly given me a passionate kiss. We both just passed it off as a drunken moment of weakness, though later and even now, I find it still embedded in my mind. In fact, ever since, every time I see her at work, I get at least a little excited. She is married and has two children. I am divorced and have not had sex in over a year, at least sex with another man. I admit I use of my seven-inch dildo or my back massager many times. That one has a pointed attachment, which makes it convenient to use when I want penetration as well as clit stimulation. In fact, I think last time I used it I had flashes of Colleen…. “My pet?”
Constance’s voice and the smell of her perfume brought me out of my self-analysis. I noticed her hypnotic smell, a blend of sweetness, spice, fruit and floral. I was further intoxicated when I looked at her lips, with her bright red lipstick, a scarlet slash as if to tease. I briefly thought to overcome my fear and kiss her out of curiosity. At that moment, a sudden gust of wind shook the window, startling me back to my situation again.
‘What had gotten into me?’ I wondered. I forced myself to again look at Constance as the woman I most hated in the whole world. Thus, I tried to get the conference back on track.
“So,” I began, trying for business-like, “What are we going to do to improve Devon’s behaviour?”
Her hand, still resting on my leg, moved up just slightly, as she turned my question back onto me. “The better question, my pet, is what are you going to do to get on my good side?”
I froze. What was she implying? She saw the confusion in my expression and took it as an opening as her warm breath hit my cheek. Her lips moved past mine, lingering for a moment in time, and moved to my ultimate weak spot, my ear. Using my first name for the first time ever, she whispered, “Hannah, I know what you want.” Her hot breath and seductive tone had me turning into jello. Then her hand moved under my skirt. I knew I should back away, protest, slap her hand away, but I just sat there, paralysed by fear and hormones. She hesitated, giving me time to react. When I didn’t, she continued, “You want to please me, don’t you, Hannah?”
Her hand was only a couple of inches from my vagina, as she again waited for a verbal response from me. I attempted to speak coherently, yet all I got out was a mumbled and not very convincing “I don’t know.” I no longer had any clue what I wanted. I hated this woman, she was the bane of my existence, and yet, right at this moment, I wanted nothing more than to taste her lipstick, to feel her lips on mine.
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She looked in my eyes, her intoxicating eyes pulling me in, her sensual lips inviting me in. My mind was a fog and when she leaned in and our lips touched, I did not resist. My lips parted and Constance took the opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth. Still reeling from the erotic spell Mrs. Peterson had me under, my tongue responded. Soon our tongues were doing the taboo dance. The kiss lasted an eternity, one of sweetness, one of me forgetting who I was kissing or where I was. Instead, I was focusing on the thrill of being wanted.
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I have spent a lot of time playing with my penis in public and having it near women that I wish I could fuck.
One of the best masturbation sessions that I had was in a bar some few years ago.
It was a Wednesday afternoon and I was staying at a Motel that was convenient for the job that I had to do.
At about 2.30 I arrived at the Motel and after a shower and a little slow penis play while soaping my testicles and penis I decided that I walk around a bit and see if there were any women about.
I had on a number of occasions at this same motel managed to expose my erect penis to some of the staff women, always by ‘accident’ of course. I had opened the curtains of my room when I knew that one of these women would be passing the window and had always managed to have a total erection for them to see.
I always hoped that one of them was perhaps a part time prostitute who would be willing to fuck me or give me a good blowjob but so far I had not found anyone at this Motel who was in that bussiness.
However today before my daily masturbation I decided to go and have a beer.
On entering the bar I was happy to see a youngish woman serving as the barmaid.
She was alone behind the bar and she greeted me and asked me what I wanted.
I ordered a beer and sat on a barstool.
Now she had big breasts and you could see the outline of her bra through the material of her T-shirt.
She was quite attractive and I guessed that she was wearing a 36 C cup.
As we were alone and she was busy with ordering stock I decided that I would masturbate and ejaculate my sperm to her breasts and vagina while sitting at the bar.
She was wearing some jean type pants and I could see the outline of her panties when she reached up to get some item down from the upper shelves.
So I had a great view of her bra and her panties for me to masturbate to.
The lips of her vagina were clearly defined through the thin material of her panties and I could just imagine my penis sliding into her vagina. Her nipples were quite stiff against the thin material of her bra and T-shirt, always a good turn on for my cock.
I slipped my hand down and opened my trousers completely.
I worked my briefs down and had my cock and testicles totally exposed and out in the open.
My penis was starting to rise up with the visual stimulation of seeing her breasts thrust against the material of her bra cups and the nipples clearly defined on her T-shirt.
I also watched the outline of her panties as I stroked my now almost erect penis slowly and with long slow strokes.
Always grip and pull softly on the upstroke and hard on the down stroke. Masturbating with your left hand often feels as if someone else is holding your cock and stroking it up and down
The head of my cock was wet with pre-cum and I decided to stop playing with my penis for a moment and order another beer.
This meant that she had to come close to my erect penis, which was just hidden beneath the bar counter.
So my erect and stiff penis was only a very short distance from her breasts and of course the lips of her vagina.
My penis head was right out of my foreskin and the head was throbbing as she leaned over and passed my beer to me.
I had my hand on the shaft of my penis as she served me the second beer and as she turned away I started to masturbate again.
I could see her breasts in outline and I decided to pump my load of sperm onto the floor of the bar.
Just on the last stroke before my sperm shot out of my fully rigid penis she turned sideways to me and I got a view of her breasts and her pussy lips through the material of her clothes.
The sperm pumped out of my cock and hit the bar counter just under the top. I was very lucky that none of my sperm hit my trousers because if it had I am sure that she would have seen a lot of my semen running down my trousers.
But today it all changed
When i met Leona and Shannon !
I know i fancy them at first site and i start feeling wet around my pussy hole
I’ve got to go over and get in there
I am attractive with massive tits the size of balloons and a shaved pussy
i might get the chance to tonight at my 18th birthday party
Every comes but no Leona or Shannon maybe they didn’t want me or like me
Then there a ring at the door it them
Hey Emma sorry we late couldn’t find your house
We going up to put our clothes away okay yer sure
What they were acutely doing was checking that they had Leona big floppy dildo and to use it on Emma to give her an intense orgasm
Hey again here your present plz open it upstairs with us okay then sure
It feels hard and squishy states emma
Just open it all ready states Leona
Emma opens and find a big black long dildo
What do u think
it’s perfect if i had someone to use it with
that why i got it for us three to use it
really no jokes
come on when have i lied to u
never i said
well just us to are sleeping we do it in here tonight
two people are two friends that all that will be here
well we do it know
what know people want to see me for my birthday
emma u have always wanted to my pussy and knows the change what do u say
yes let rock it hard
take of your clothes emma
emma take of her top and bra and just stands there your thongs to then your see my
okay emma pulls then to see her shaved pussy
i just want to lick it says Shannon
now u Leona take it of all of your clothes so i can see your pussy then fuck me with that big floppy dildo
Shannon now your turn
Emma you’re so fit
I forgot about Shannon for a minute and plunged my mouth into Leona, eager to get her off. She was the first one to have an orgasm, as she physically grabbed my head and made me fuck her with my mouth. I licked her like crazy, making her hips rock up and down until I could tell she was jizzing. She screamed while grabbing my hair, and I felt her wet female juices all over my chin as she came hard, gripping my head with her legs and thrashing all over the sofa. Just as she started to come down from her orgasm, i placed the massive dildo up Leona ass
i gave her ass a hard slap and said "I have faith in you Leona lets go ."
The spanking startled her , it was not just a friendly little tap; it was quite hard and it stung a little. Ahe felt her sink the huge strap on deep into her ass. She was generous with the lubricant, and it slipped in much easier than I had thought it would. She had never had anything penetrate her this good so deeply in her ass. She wanted me to do some more spankings, but fortunately they were not as hard as the first one had been.
I had forgotten about Shannon for the moment, and I was surprised to find her hand reach up and touch my pussy from underneath me. Leona was bent over the sofa, with her face and arms on the sofa and my knees on the floor. Her ass was sticking up in the air being penetrated by my strap on, and shannon was underneath my pussy, playing with it and stimulating my clit while I was getting fucked from behind.
When shannon used her other hand to fondle my tits I nearly cummed on the spot. Leona was being stimulated in so many ways; her pussy, her ass, and now her tits. She pinched my nipples nicely, not too roughly. I was really pumping away from behind Leona , and she was making load grunts and moans as i fucked her ass. Meanwhile shannon had started to finger fuck my pussy. She stopped for a minute, and I felt a bit let down, but then I felt something buzzing on my clit, and I looked down to see a slim red vibrator right on my bare cunt.
I didn't know how a vibrator had suddenly appeared, and I didn't really care how it had appeared out of nowhere; all I knew was that it felt incredible, and I was about to come from shannon hand and the vibrator masturbating me. Leona felt the dildo plunge in her ass even deeper, and she started to really savor the feeling of having her ass stuffed. I let Sophie use my ass for her pleasure while shannon fingered my pussy and vibrated my clit. She turned up the speed a couple of notches, and I thrust my pussy the best I could into her hands. She stuck her long finger in and out of my hole until I felt the orgasm begin.
"Lick my pussy !" I yelled at her harder She eagerly accepted the submissive role, and started to eat me out as I ground my pussy into her face.. I put my knees around her head to emphasize my dominant role, and I told shannon to help me out.
"What should I do?" shannon asked. I thought for a minute about how to really charge up the sex.
"shannon , go wash emma strap on dildo really good with soap and hot water. Then put on her strap on. Lift up her legs in the air, put them over your shoulders, and fuck her big ass hard. Plunge that big dildo into her ass till she can't take it."
I laughed. "emma , I had never had a monster dildo stuck up my ass either until tonight, and I took it up the ass while you spanked me hard. I think you will learn to accept it rather quickly."
"Oh, all right, I will try it."
shannon came back with the dildo, and I told her to go get my vibrator from my nightstand. She didn't have far to go in my small studio apartment, and she reached into my drawer and pulled out a small black vibrator. "No, keep looking, I have a bigger one." Shannon rummaged through the drawer and came out with a long flesh colored vibrator. It was bent to give good G-spot stimulation. My idea was for her to use my long vibrator inside Leona pussy, her own small red vibrator on my clit, and the strap on in Leona 's ass, while poor me was lying on my back eating my pussy.
I explained the plan to both of them , and soon she was doing what I had told her too. It was hard for me to see, since I was facing the other way. Leona lay naked on the floor while shannon sat on her face with her legs around Leona head. shannon started to plunge into Leona ass with the strap on.
"My ass is too tight, I can't take it all!" Leona whined. Tough luck!
"Put some more lubricant on her ass, shannon . I'm smaller than her, and I took it all in me, I "Keep licking me, shannon I ordered her.
She licked my clit, and then she started to rub my bare thighs with her fingernails. This was a nice touch, and I felt slightly bad for being too rough with her. I could tell she was enjoying the role reversal, however, and she lapped up my juices while moaning and groaning.
Leona had stuck my big vibrator deep into Shannon’s cunt, and I told her to turn it on full speed. This caused Leona to lick me even faster, and I felt my second orgasm coming soon. Then Leona put her own small vibrator on shannon hard clit and buzzed away. Leona cummed first, eagerly eating out my pussy while she came. I ground my hips on her face and came soon afterwards, gushing out female juices all over her mouth and tongue.
suck my more keep going i want more orgasms
Leona kiss my pussy more okay then
It all ended by me Cumming in Leona mouth and her Cumming in my mouth
That was the best experience ever