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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. I laugh as I stand over Bradley, the kid I bully. He hit the ground hard when I shoved him, and he's looking up at me, with a look that's full of anger and fear.
There wasn't any particular reason that I shoved him, but he was looking a little too confident today, and I can't have that continue, can I? After all, it is my job to put him in his place. Besides, school's over and I let him go unbothered for the entire day, and now that school's over, it's a good time to let him remember who's on top. I slowly turn around to see Mrs. Horne, the history teacher of Bradley and I, standing there. She has her hands on her hips, and is staring at me angrily.
Any teacher would be angry at the sight of this, but it's made worse because of one simple fact. Although, she doesn't look like it though. As Bradley is thin, wiry, and blonde, Mrs. Horne is a voluptuous and curvy brunette. She wears tight skirts and dresses almost everyday, which hug and accentuate her sexy figure.
Her brown hair is long, falling down to her shoulder blades. She has fair skin, and a beautiful face. Or at least, it's beautiful when she's not mad. Today, she's wearing a tight, black skirt, a white button-up shirt with a black blazer on top, stockings, and black heels. I sigh, and begin to walk to her class. On my way there, I decide to use the bathroom since I know I'll probably be in there for a while. While taking a piss, I can hear the sound of heels hitting the floor go past the bathroom. Must be Mrs. Horne going to her room. I finish up and wash my hands and all and begin to walk to her class again.
I open the door to her room. I look around, and see that it's only the two of us in here right now. Even weirder, her blazer's off, and some of the top buttons on her shirt are unbuttoned now. Guess it was hot in here or something. I begin to walk to a seat in the front, when she walks over to the door and closes it, locking it. Weird, but whatever I guess. Even weirder, there's a long strip of paper covering the window on the door, which wasn't there before. Am I going to get my ass beat or something?
Holy shit, I can see down her shirt a little. Well, more than a little, as I can see that she's wearing a lacy, black bra. There's no way that she isn't aware of what she's doing. How much more ballsy can you get? I bet you don't even care, huh? God, I didn't know you could be so I have no fucking clue where this is going, but I like it. Also, I didn't know that she was behind me, but I think I'll let her keep thinking that I did. Men who don't care and do what they want, it's so fucking hot.
And I've been stuck with a husband who's nothing like that for such a long time I want him to make me scream like a slut while my son thinks I'm reprimanding his bully. I want you to dominate me. I grab onto her hips and push her down onto me harder, feeling her grab onto my shoulders tightly. He's waiting in the car. I told him it'll be a while. I've overheard a lot of good things about you from some of the girls in my classes. I also know some of the cheerleaders are cheating on their boyfriends with you. The list goes on, but the thing that caught my attention the most was hearing that you're hung like a horse.
Hell, the only ones that do are the ones in the hallway, and there's tons of blindspots. I reach towards her shirt and rip it open, exposing her large breasts only covered up by the black bra. She takes the straps off of her shoulders and arms and I practically tear it off, throwing it across the room. I look at her bare tits, hanging there, waiting for me to grope and suck them. Not wanting to keep them waiting, I grab them both and wrap my lips around one of her nipples and begin to lick and suck it.
She runs her hands through my hair as I suck her tits, and I can still feel her grinding against me. My cock is now fully hard, and I'm sure she can feel it. With my free hand, I reach around and grab her ass hard, groping as much as I can. I can't wait to send her back to her son in a tired mess with an aching pussy that'll forever remember the shape of my dick. I close my eyes and focus on groping and sucking on her tits, when she suddenly slides off of me. I open my eyes to see her standing there, grabbing onto my hand and trying to pull me up.
I let her pull me up and lead her to where she wants me to go, and to my surprise, it's Bradley's seat, front and center of the room. She pushes me down into the seat and kneels down, squeezing under the desk and fitting between my legs. You really are a slutty mother.
After messing with it for a while, she finally unzips my pants and yanks them down, not even letting me lift up to make it easier. She hooks her fingers along the waistband of my boxers and stares at the outline of my cock. With some more tugging, she finally yanks my boxers down, letting my fully hard cock spring free. She stares at it in shock, her mouth open wide in amazement. Without another word, she slowly licks up my shaft, as if she was savoring the taste. I can feel her hot breath hitting my dick as she slides up it, and her tongue feels amazing.
I rest one arm on the desk and watch as she licks up and down my cock, enjoying every second of it. Finally, after teasing me with nothing but licking, she wraps her lips around the swollen head of my cock and slides down. I was expecting her to have to stop halfway like all the other sluts I've been with, but to my surprise, she fits it all in her mouth, albeit with some difficulty. I can feel her muffled giggle vibrate on my cock as she begins to bob her head up and down.
Whatever part of my cock isn't in her mouth, her hand is wrapped around, stroking it. The room is filled with the sounds of her sloppy, wet blowjob and my moans. She keeps sliding her head up and down, not even hesitating or stopping like a lot of the girls I've been with. I never would've thought that Sara, my history teacher, would be giving me the best blowjob of my life because I bullied her son, but here I am.
I swear, it feels like I'm hitting the back of her throat or something, but she doesn't even seem to care. She just keeps on sucking, as if her life depended on it. She's playing with my balls with her free hand, and it's as if she wants to drain me of my cum as quick as possible.Mature single mother sluts
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