Subject: School Administrator (MF, oral, exhib)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: MAY 26, 2009
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Summary:
Life can be like a roller-coaster sometimes, full of climbs and drops, sudden
turns and gut-wrenching twists. All my life I’d wanted nothing more than to be
a teacher and then it seemed all my hopes and dreams were crushed. When an
opportunity arose, who could blame me for comprising my principles so long as it
led to me doing what I’d always dreamed of - teaching.
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Hopes Realized and Crushed
Chapter 2 – The First Interview
Chapter 3 – The Second Interview
Chapter 4 - Preparing For My Final “Interview”
Chapter 5 – How Bad Did I Want the Job?
Postlude
Chapter 1 – Hopes Realized and Crushed
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All kids grow up thinking they know what they want to be when they grow up.
Little boys imagine becoming a heroic figure, like a fireman, policeman, maybe
an astronaut. Little girls dress up as princesses, nurses, teachers, and beauty
pageant winners. Sadly, most of them never realize their dreams. I mean, who
ever gets in front of their 6th grade class to say they want to be a garbage
man, a proctologist or a grocery store clerk? Yet all these people are needed
and their jobs are still important, if maybe not so glamorous.
As for me, sure there were the days I dressed up in my mothers old clothes and
pretended to be princess. Like every other girl, I watched my share of beauty
pageants and imagined it was me standing on the stage at the end with a crown on
my head and roses cradled in my arms. Yet there was only one thing I truly ever
dreamed about becoming – a teacher. I can’t really explain why, it’s just been
something that I’ve always wanted. I guess I admired most of my teachers as I
grew up. As I got older and had the opportunity to work with children in
various capacities at my church and other volunteer groups, it only strengthened
my determination. To see the joy in a child’s face when they learn something
new is incredible andfulfilling – it simply cannot be forgotten.
Graduating with my teaching degree was one of the highlights of my life. My
goal had been to return to my old home school district and teach but it was an
extremely competitive job market and the waiting list was incredibly long. As
an alumni I was hoping that I might have a bit of an edge, but in talking with
some friends that were already teaching there, I realized that nothing would
help me more than to get some real-world experience to go along with my freshly
minted diploma.
After applying at a number of schools, I was fortunate to find a small Christian
school that needed a replacement for their 4-6 grade teacher who had been
injured. It was one of the proudest days of my life when I stood before my
first class, a real teacher at last. Sure there were days when it was
frustrating and I would go home wondering what I’d gotten myself into. Overall,
though, it was just as rewarding and satisfying as I’d hoped it would be – maybe
even more. I loved the age group I was teaching. As one teacher I knew use to
say, “young enough to love their teacher but old enough to tie their shoes”.
That may have been true more of the 4th graders than 6th grade, but at least it
was a far cry better than the hormonal 8th graders I had when I did my student
teaching! Now THEY were a challenge, to say the least. The girls all had the
“attitude” going strong while the boys were learning about sex and it seemed
they had perpetual erections in class as they constantly tried looking down my
blouse or up my skirt. If 8th grade as already that bad, I can only imagine
what high school would be like which is why I preferred the younger kids.
At the same time my professional career was taking off, my personal life was
going along great as well. Finally I was dating a guy who looked to be “the
one” Duane was indeed the love of my life and I could easily see myself
accepting his marriage proposal. To make it all the more interesting, I’d been
getting reports of him appearing in jewelry shops looking at rings! Marriage,
or at least an engagement, seemed imminent. Yes, my life was good... good
indeed!
Duane knew a LOT about me, including many of the sexual “adventures” I’d had
since my first time at age fourteen. Given we’d met the first time at local BJ
party (at least so he and my friends claim, I hated to admit it but I didn’t
remember his dick in particular), it wasn't like he thought I was some innocent
little teenager. In fact, not only did Duane not care that I had a reputation
for being a slut, he actually seemed to be proud of me because of it. This was
especially true when he got to grin mischievously at the guys I was teasing, not
letting them forget that HE was the one I’d be going home to bed with at the
end.
As much as Duane THOUGHT he knew about me, the potential problem was that he
didn’t know EVERYTHING. The inner conflict I was having was when and how to
tell him perhaps one of the most important aspects of my life – the incestual
relationships between me, my dad and the rest of our family. It’s not like it
was something that comes up in casual conversation and I didn't exactly
advertise it. I never told anyone I was dating as I was afraid that when we
broke up he would go out and blab about it to everyone – even if we didn't break
up for that matter. As a wide person once said, a secret is no longer a secret
if two people know about it.
Although I knew I had to tell Duane about me before we got married, I
procrastinated, unsure of how he would react. Now you would THINK it would be
just fine with him, especially since it meant he would also be able to have sex
with my mom, aunt and cousins (AFTER we got married). Unfortunately, some guys
can be strange. When it comes to jealousy and possessiveness, logic and reason
pretty much go out the window when it comes to guys and their girlfriends. All
I had to do was look at my Aunt Linda’s history. Her husband knew about
everything before they got married but even then, once they were married he
couldn't deal with his wife having sex with other men, even if it WAS only her
father and brother-in-law. Like, they were her family so of course they fucked
her, what did he expect? Anyway, he finally forced her to choose between him
or her family which left her with only one viable option – divorce. You can’t
EVER go against your family and it was horrible for him to put her where she had
to make such a decision. Thus it was my goal was to be sure THAT didn’t happen
to me!
Looking back now, my biggest mistake was that rather than commit myself and just
tell Duane everything outright, I chickened out and decided to ease into it a
little at a time. To start, I let him learn about my Aunt Linda and Kristi
first, figuring I would see what his reaction was to another case of mother-
daughter sex before telling him about my involvement with my mom and dad. OK,
so it turned out to be a bad decision – VERY bad as he broke up with me and
tried to ruin my life. Yet in some ways it may have worked out for the best in
that at least I learned how he felt BEFORE we got married. Long story short, we
broke up and to make things worse, he even said something to the school
administrator where I taught, who happened to be a personal friend of his
family.
I'll never know exactly what Duane told him, but it was enough for the school
administrator to confront me and ask for my resignation using some vague
references, enough to scare me without any specifics. Afraid I would make
things even worse if I protested, I did as he asked, leaving my kids without so
much as a tearful goodbye. Thus in a matter of days I lost the man I thought I
would marry AND the career I loved so dearly. Talk about your bad week....
Losing my teaching position left me more than just heartbroken. Was my new
teaching career finished before it even got off the ground? Any school that
might hire me in the future would surely contact the administrator of any
previous institution where I’d taught to ask for a reference. Although my
resignation letter didn't give any details, and so far as I knew there were no
formal records of any of the accusations that were made against me, so long as
he was around my teaching certifications weren't worth the paper they were
printed on.
Well, as they say, God works in mysterious ways. I’d assumed the administrator,
an older guy but not ancient by any means, would be around for many more years
before he retired. Then something unexpected happened; he had a heart attack
which left him unable to return to work, forcing him into retirement earlier
than he had planned. When I heard the news my emotions were conflicted. Of
course I felt bad for him personally, nobody should take joy in the suffering of
another human being. Yet at the same time my heart was fluttering as I wondered
if it meant an opportunity had just opened for me?
No matter what, until a new administrator was hired I couldn't apply for
anything since when someone resigns without notice, as I’d done, it would be
difficult for any temporary person to make such a decision to hire someone like
me back. One nice thing about private schools, they don't have to go through
all the rigmarole that public schools do when hiring someone in such a position.
In fact, only a month had passed before I was told by a friend that a new guy
was already in place. He was from another private school in the area and well
respected, much younger than the previous administrator with a wife and kids in
grade school.
It was like being on pins and needles as I anxiously waited a month or so for
him to settle into his new position and then finally got the courage to go to
his office one day and apply for my old position as I knew they hadn’t filled
it. Small wonder considering the pay was crap and most teachers can’t afford to
work for what was virtually minimum wage with very few benefits. In fact, I
remembered in my original interview that they had spent as much time talking
about my marriage opportunities as my credentials – obviously hoping this would
be a ‘second job” in the family and I would have a husband’s salary and benefits
to live on.
Chapter 2 – The First Interview
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The sign next to the door said, “Mr. Eisenberg, School Administrator”. I stood
resolutely in front of it, my heart pounding like a jackhammer and my knees felt
so weak I could hardly stand up. His secretary had told me that he was waiting
for me so this was it – make or break time. The mere fact he’d even agreed to
see me was a positive sign. How much, if anything, had the previous
administrator told him about me? So far as I knew, none of the other staff
members had a clue as to the real reason I’d left. I’d told them it was a
personal matter at home and they were polite enough to leave it at that, even if
I cold tell they were dying to know the details. Now here I was again,
portfolio in hand. Taking a deep breath, I twisted the door knob and walked in
like I owned the place.
Mr. Eisneberg was seated behind the old wooden desk – this wasn't exactly a
state-of-the art building, not with the miniscule budget they had to operate
under. My first impression was he was a handsome, middle-age man, balding
slightly at the sides although his hair was still dark. He seemed to be of
average build, several inches taller than me even with heels my on as he stood
up to greet me and shake my hand. His suit, while not expensive, was clean and
hung on him well; off the rack, maybe Macy’s or JC Penney. His smile seemed to
be genuine and I felt a little bit of my apprehension fade away as he offered me
a seat in one of the chairs lined up in front of his desk.
As I sat down and crossed my legs, Mr. Eisenberg’s eyes seemed to give me the
once-over. As befitting for this type of school, I was dressed quite
conservatively, my skirt coming just below my knees but still allowing just a
bit of thigh to show when I crossed my legs. I had on an opaque white blouse
with a floral vest that was left unbuttoned. Underneath, I was even wearing a
matching white bra and white nylon panties, so that should give you some idea
how seriously I was taking this interview! I made sure to tug on my skirt just
a little to keep it from riding up too high– no need to make any wrong
impressions. Schools like these prided themselves on their conservatism and
even a hint of impropriety might be enough to lose the job. At this point I had
no idea what Mr. Eisenberg was all about and the last thing I needed was for him
to think me some type of slut. The school was EXTREMELY conservative and when
I’d taught here I had to buy pretty much an entire new wardrobe! His eyes
didn’t seem to linger too long at any point so there was nothing to make of it,
at least not at this point.
The interview was pretty standard - a review of my college transcripts, board
credentials, and home life. Being a private Christian school, I was asked a
number of questions no public school would have dared to ask – my testimony
regarding my faith in God, my opinions on several political hot button issues
such as abortion, and my present marital status – and intentions. He then
touched on my resignation and why I was returning. Mr. Eisenberg seemed to
accept my vague responses and unspoken plea for privacy, so long as it didn’t
affect my credibility with regards to teaching at the school.
The entire interview lasted about an hour after which he shook my hand and said
he would get back to me. Typical closing words – don't call us, we’ll call you.
All in all, it was a completely standard interview, nothing much to write home
about. Actually, that in itself was encouraging. I knew the school was
desperate to hire someone and that applicants with my credentials were scarce,
at least when it came to accepting what they had to offer. Unless something came
up unexpectedly, I couldn’t see how he could afford to pass on me.
Chapter 3 – The Second Interview
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Later that week I received a phone call from Mr. Eisenberg’s secretary, asking
me if I could come in for a follow-up interview. That was a VERY good sign as
it most likely meant I was someone they wanted and just had to clear up a few
things. It was exciting! All I had to do was endure another hour at most, and
the job would be mine... or so I thought.
Entering Mr. Eisenberg’s office for the second time was about the same as the
first. He greeted me as before, directed me to the same chair, gave me the same
look-over and got right to the point.
“So Miss Wells, I’ve verified your credentials and talked with the staff about
you. I was quite impressed - everyone spoke very highly of you.”
So far so good but there was something about the look on his face that told me
there was a “but” coming...
“But,” he said... I knew it! He paused, leaving me wondering what was coming,
“I also called Mr. Wright to discuss your rather unique.. shall we say...
situation.”
My mind was racing a mile a minute now. Mr. Wright was the previous
administrator, the asshole that had fired me (or at least made me resign). Oh
no, what he had told Mr. Eisenberg about me? Well, it couldn’t have been TOO
bad or no doubt that I wouldn't have been asked in for a second interview. Yet
somehow I couldn't imagine Mr. Wright giving me a glowing reference either, not
given the manner we parted ways last year. He had made it pretty clear that as
far as he was concerned, I would never teach again!
“You know, Mr. Wright had some every interesting things to say about you Miss
Wells... VERY interesting things I must say.”
I could only hope that my face didn’t betray the sick feeling that was forming
in the pit of my stomach. Oh my god, so the asshole HAD told Mr. Eisenberg
about the real reason I’d left. Even worse, I knew Mr. Wright had not told me
everything that Duane had told him, leaving me to squirm at the time and using
it to hold over my head so I would resign. What all had he told Mr. Eisenberg?
Yet if he had, why had I been asked in for a second interview? Was this some
sort of sick practical joke, Mr. Wright’s evil way at getting back at me for
daring to apply now that he had left, his perverted way of showing me his
vendetta against me was still on?
“So tell me Miss Wells,.. just how bad do you want this job?”
Now THAT was an interesting question. Normally, you would think someone would
ask why I wanted the job, not to explain “just how bad” I wanted it. It was
almost like he was asking me what would I do for it? Now what did THAT mean?
My gut tightened further as I imagined what it might be.
“I’m not really sure what you mean Mr. Eisenberg,” I stammered, stalling for
time to figure out how to react to this unexpected turn of events.
“Oh I think you know Miss Wells... I think a girl like you knows VERY well what
I mean.”
Hmmm, a “girl like you”? I had a pretty good idea of what he meant by that
little slur and it didn’t bode well for me, or at least my hopes in securing
this position.
Knowing my history, some people might not understand why I was bothered so much
by what was happening. After all, I’d never been afraid to use my “assets”
before to get a job or most anything else (even negotiating a car price or
getting some computer help) but this was different. This was my CAREER. This
was something that would be with me for the rest of my life, hopefully at least
in that I planned to teach for a long time. How naïve I had been to have
assumed I could just return to my old job and someone erase the past.
Now what were Mr. Eisenberg’s intentions? He certainly didn’t seem to be upset
with me or angry. If anything, he had this Cheshire Cat smile where his lips
were tight together but the corners of his mouth curled up like he was some
mischievous boy caught peeking up the skirt of a girl at school. He seemed to
be getting some sort of perverted kick out my discomfort. NOT exactly the kind
of smile you like to see on the person deciding your career’s future.
As for me, I wasn't accustomed to being in this situation. After all, I was the
one that was always in control, the one who called the shots. Oh sure,
sometimes I might let the guy THINK he was in control, but that was just me
allowing him to THINK he was, not that he really was. I has a pretty good idea
where he was leading to so the question was how far did he intend to carry this
out? After all, he WAS married and he did have his own position to be concerned
about. Even a hint of what he had said to me so far could be enough to cost a
man his job in this type of unyielding environment.
Well, there was one way to find out without jumping TOO far over the line.
Staying seated in the chair, I simply uncrossed and then crossed my legs again,
far slower than necessary and this time not tugging my skirt back down again but
instead allowing it ride up higher than was “decent”, at least so far as THIS
school was concerned. It wasn't exactly a Sharon Stone moment, but it would
have certainly been enough to get me thrown out on my cute butt with old Mr.
Wright!
“Well, it appears we both understand the seriousness of the situation,” Mr.
Eisenberg said softly, putting his hands together with his fingertips pressed
against one another as he leaned forward on his desk on his elbows to get a
better look at me. I twisted sideways in my chair such that the side of me with
the most leg showing was easier for him to see. I was rewarded by his eyes
shifting to my bare thighs, my ass now barely concealed as I allowed the skirt
to ride up even higher.
“Oh yes Miss. Wells... I think you DO want the job, don't you?”
I just smiled at him and waited to see where he would go. Was this enough? You
never know with some men. Sometimes just a tease is all they want, something to
go home and masturbate about as they fantasize about what might have happened
under different circumstances. If this was all I had to do to prove my
determination – show a little upper leg, then it would be the easiest I’d ever
gotten out of such a situation. Well, it WOULD have been the easiest...
“OK, I think you want the job, Miss. Wells, but the questions is, how MUCH do
you want it?”
Like, I’d been around the proverbial block enough times to know what THAT
innuendo meant. OK, if that’s how he wanted to play... I smiled demurely at
him and slowly started to unbutton my blouse, each button seemingly almost
impossible to undo as one by one they finally came loose, exposing a little more
of my bra with each. I left the blouse tucked in, allowing it to fall open but
now as far it would have had to been loose. Finally I had them all undone down
to my skirt, the blouse now opening up just enough to reveal my white bra and
plenty of cleavage.
“Hmmmm, very nice, Miss Wells... very nice indeed. I see your ‘credentials’ are
indeed flawless.”
It was all like a scene from a bad “B” movie or something. Where things might
have progressed to I'll never know because just then his intercom buzzed,
practically scaring me out of my chair. His secretary announced that his next
appointment was waiting. Frowning, he looked at me and then shrugged his
shoulders, telling her that he would be done with me shortly.
“I’m sorry Miss Wells, I guess we’ll have to finish this interview another
time,” he apologized. Indeed, he really DID seem sorry about it and looking at
his dress pants as he stood up, I could see why. I quickly buttoned my blouse
back up, then stood up and pulled my skirt down below my knees again. All prim
and proper once again!
“I'll be in touch with you soon Miss Wells,” he said, shaking my hand as if
nothing untoward had just happened, “I would suggest that in the mean time you
might want to think about how bad you want this job. I might also need another
look at your ‘credentials’ again.”
God, where did he get these lines? I left his office, smiling at the secretary
as I departed. We knew each other from when I was there before and she had
always been very nice to me. I wondered if she had any idea whatsoever what
kind of man she was working for now? Who knows, maybe she had to prove how bad
she wanted her job as well? Then again, she was about fifty so I doubted her
“credentials” were as good as they use to be.
Back in the parking lot, I sat in my car and let out a long, slow breath. Oh my
god, what was I getting myself into? Somehow I’d thought I would leave all the
escorting, lingerie modeling, toy demonstrating crap behind me and start my
teaching career anew, a new life being all prim and proper. Sure, I’d always
had fantasies about being the sexy school teacher and such but that’s ALL they
were – fantasies. Never in my craziest moments had I ever even imagined ever
actually DOING any of the things I may have fantasized about. Yet here I was,
not even officially hired and already I was acting like a slut. In my defense,
I was being given little option and it certainly wasn't MY idea, but did that
make it OK? Maybe I should just decline the offer to preserve my morals and
ethics. It may be common practice and indeed, an expectation to have to strip
and what not for an escorting or stripper job, but not to be a teacher! Yet at
the same time, when would I have another opportunity like this one? I had loved
teaching her before and to come back would be a dream come true.
All I DID know was that despite all the emotional upheavals and uncertainties,
my pussy was definitely wet as a result of all this carrying on. Seeing Mr.
Eisenberg’s eyes fixated on my thighs – and then on my chest, was definitely a
turn-on, especially considering WHERE we were at the moment. I'll be the first
to admit that I love it when men look at me like that, even when I know I
shouldn’t be encouraging it. But then, how many girls would say otherwise if
they were being honest?
I reached for my purse and keys, thinking about how good it would be to get home
where I could strip out of these constricting clothes and masturbate. God I
needed to do it so badly right now! In fact, the more I thought about what had
happened – and what MIGHT happen in the future, the hotter it made me. Oh my
god, I couldn't wait, I had to do something NOW. I looked all around and noted
that the parking lot was deserted. It would be over an hour before school was
out so nobody should be coming out for a while. One last look around and then I
lifted my skirt up to my waist, then quickly pulled my panties down and over my
knees, then over my heels, tossing them on the passenger seat next to me. Just
getting those damn things off was such a relief! The warmth of the car seat
felt so good on my bare ass as I leaned the seat back about half-way and
relaxed.
God it always feels so good when I touch myself! It was times like this when
just the slightest touch of my finger was enough to set me off. I gasped as my
forefinger traced tight circles around my sensitive clit, teasing myself
mercilessly. Reaching lower, I cold feel that my pussy was wet and my finger
easily slid in, letting my palm rest on my clit as I moved my finger further
inside of me. Pulling it out quickly, I put my finger in my mouth and savored
the fresh taste of my pussy. God was I ever horny! I had loved the taste of my
pussy since the first time I “explored” myself way back when I was younger but
it always tasted better when I was horny like I was now.
My free hand held my left breast through my blouse and bra. I needed to get off
– and fast, so I didn't bother undressing further. It felt good just to hold my
boob, pressing on it and squeezing it just enough to make it tingle. My wet
finger was back in my pussy now, soon to be joined by a second as I finger-
fucked myself. Oh god... it felt incredible! If only they were a real dick!
“Oh Mr. Eisenberg.... fuck me... fuck me hard,” I whispered hoarsely as I
envisioned myself underneath him as he prepared to violate me with his engorged
cock. “Oh yeah, deeper... all the way in me!” I cried out as I felt my orgasm
already starting to arise within me. Damn, it was as if my body couldn't wait
to get off!
“Oh god, FUCK ME Mr. Eisenberg!” I cried out. Thankfully there wasn’t anyone
around as with my windows rolled down it must have been audible for at least a
little ways. My orgasm came crashing down on me, hitting me like a semi-truck
broad-siding a car at an intersection, a massive, cataclysmic reaction! Damn,
that was quick! It hadn’t taken hardly anything at all to get me off, but I was
so damn horny it didn't surprise me. With my fingers pushed deep in me, I
grabbed my hand that was in my pussy with the other, pressing it into me even
further. It was like being on the beach, the waves crashing into me one by one
as my orgasm swelled and ebbed, then rose yet again. Oh my, it was SO good!
Exhausted but feeling oh so much better, I collapsed in the seat, my hands
cupping my hot pussy as I just laid there, trying to catch my breath. It had
hardly taken any time at all, but yet I felt like I’d just run a marathon. My
face felt like it was burning up and my entire body felt warm and sweaty. Wow,
talk about needing it... I hadn’t realized just how badly I did.
Just then someone pulled into the parking lot so I straightened up my seat back
and pulled my skirt down a bit. I decided to leave my panties off – what was
the point in putting them on just to drive home? Besides, it always felt so
much better to be bare-ass. It only took me about twenty minutes or so to get
back home but by the time I was there, I already had my free hand between my
legs, ready to go for it again. Parking the car in my favorite space, it was
tempting to do myself again right then and there but with my apartment only a
few steps away, why not wait another couple of minutes and do it right?
Less than five minutes layer I was undressed and laying naked on top of my bed,
leaning back against a stack of pillows with my knees in the air, feet planted
firmly on the bed, legs spread apart like a whore in heat. Indeed, it was an
apt description. If Mr. Eisenberg wanted a whore... I would give him one, at
least I did in my fantasies as I brought myself to another orgasm – and yet
another before I was finally done.
The room was dark when I opened my eyes. Wow, I must have crashed after who
knows how long I had been masturbating. Talk about being horny! I giggled a
little at myself as usually it was the GUY who fell asleep after sex but then,
given how long I’d masturbated and how many times I’d come, I think it as safe
to say that I’d earned it. As I got up to take a shower, I started to think
again about the day’s events – and my reaction to it.
Crap, what had I done? It was bad enough that I’d gone along with the charade
and showed off my legs and bra to him; but to masturbate in the parking later –
and then for hours after I got home fantasizing more about it? This wasn’t how
this was suppose to have gone today. Indeed, I had assumed it would be a short
interview, a handshake congratulating me and then a triumphant call on the way
home to my best friends trumpeting my success. They all knew where I was going
this afternoon so now what did I tell them? Not that it would shock them but I
had really hoped to impress them with my getting the job WITHOUT being slut.
By the time the shower was over I’d rationalized everything pretty well. Sure
Mr. Eisenberg had known about me but he just wanted to tease me a bit before
giving me the job. It was probably a favor to the old administrator. The
school HAD to fill the position and so far as I knew, I was the only candidate
so he HAD to hire me sooner or later. Most likely the next call I would get
would be to tell me I had “passed” my final interview and then offer me the job.
Yep, everything was going to be alright... just the way I’d planned.
Chapter 4 - Preparing For My Final “Interview”
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It was two days before I got THE phone call. Two days of suspense, second-
guessing, and increasing worry. Two days of stalling my prying friends who were
anxious to know if I had my old job back or not. Two days of putting off my
dad’s repeated questions. Two LONG days. Two centuries it seemed.
When it finally DID come, it was a surprise because I didn’t recognize the
number on the caller ID. All my previous contacts had been from the school
secretary and so I had her name and number in my address book. As it turned
out, it wasn't the secretary who called me but Mr. Eisenberg himself. That was
unusual and the alarms started to go off in my head.
“Hello Miss Wells, I was just calling to see if we could finish your final
interview. I apologize for the interruption last time. Things seemed to be
going well and I am sure with just a little more time I can make a final
determination on your application.”
So far... so good.
“With all the interruptions at the school, I thought it might be best to meet
somewhere else, if that’s OK with you.”
Really, what could I say? As if I had any option other to say that is was fine
with me.
“Great, how about lunch at the Holiday Inn across from the mall, say Sunday at
noon? I hear they have a great brunch on Sundays.”
That took me a little by surprise. An interview for a Christian school position
on a Sunday? My church services were usually done by 11:30 so that wouldn't be
a problem but still....Again, what choice did I have?
“Great, look forward to see in you there – a lot more of you. I hope you’ve
been thinking about what I suggested.”
Not exactly subtle, was he?
I hung up the phone and tossed it on my bed. What the heck was I getting myself
into now? Under any other circumstances it would have been like a dream come
true – meeting a married man at a hotel restaurant, knowing he had the hots for
me. But this was different. This wasn't ME making the call. This wasn't ME
luring him from his bitchy wife, pushing him and teasing him until his willpower
collapsed and he caved in to his more primal desires. This time I was the one
being played. He was holding something near and precious to me over my head –
my teaching career. Being blackmailed somehow took the eroticism out of the
situation. How would I explain this to my father? I sort of doubted that he
would be proud of his daughter for getting her new job in this way. Sure, he
was proud of me for being a slut, but that was when it came to teasing the guys,
not professionally.
The answer was simple – I wouldn't tell him! I normally never kept secrets from
my father but this was one time I simply couldn't tell him the truth. When I
got the job – and I knew I would, no matter WHAT I may have to do to get it, he
would be proud of me and the issue of HOW I got it would probably never come up.
Sunday morning arrived before I knew it and I woke up to the blaring of my alarm
clock. Dang it, I had to get going! I only had an hour to get to my dad’s if
there as going to be time for our “Sunday morning tradition” and I had so much
to get ready. Last night I’d prepared two outfits for today, one for church and
one for my “interview”. It would have been fun to wear the second one to church
as well – a pink mini-dress with plunging cleavage and the tiniest spaghetti
straps barely keeping it over my boobs. I loved it especially because it made
my boobs look great! It wasn't the shorter dress in my closet but it was one of
the shorter ones, just long enough for me to go without panties without having
to worry about being arrested for public exposure! Yet as much as I loved it –
and I knew my dad did too, it wouldn't have gone over well in church, at least
not publicly. I’m sure most of the men, and maybe some of the women, would have
appreciated it but odds were I would’ve been asked to leave before even getting
in the sanctuary!
So in addition to the pink dress, I picked out a longer black skirt and white
blouse, an outfit similar to the one I’d worn to my last job interview in fact.
It was still enough to draw some glares from more than a few of the older ladies
in the church, but they didn't bother me considering the appreciative stares I
got from the men!
One thing I’ve always prided myself on and that is the ability to get myself
ready quickly. I know so many girls that make it an ordeal to get themselves
ready, spending hours in the bathroom doing lord knows what. In just 45 minutes
I’d showered, shaved, done my hair and makeup, and was looking in the mirror to
check out my dress!
My pussy tingled as I imagined my dad waiting for me. We had been doing this
for years now, a quickie before church. The idea was to do it as close to
leaving for church as possible, after we had dressed and were about to go. It
wasn't a time for extensive petting and such, just a quick fucking with him
cumming inside of me. The idea was first, by cumming in me it kept my outfit
clean; and second, it also meant that when we sat in the pews I was holding load
of his fresh cum inside of me, often times even leaking out a bit! It was what I
call true wholesome family fun – a father-daughter thing that we had turned into
a sort of tradition and it was a rare Sunday we skipped our brief time together.
Pulling into the driveway, I recognized the car at the bottom of the driveway in
front of the garage. Dang it, my Aunt Linda was already here. For that matter,
maybe she had spent the night. In recent months she had been spending more and
more time with my dad. At first I had been a bit jealous, feeling like it was
sort of a betrayal of my mother but I realized that that my dad had needs too.
Now with my mom gone I guess it was only natural for him and Aunt Linda to be
closer. After all, they had been high school sweethearts at one time and he HAD
been fucking her ever since, even if he DID end up marring her older sister
instead of her. Still, Sunday mornings were our special time together and she
knew that so why was she here?
I went in through the garage entry and was surprised to see my Aunt standing
there waiting for me. She gave me a smile and a hug and then turned to me.
“Now don't worry Kelly, I know what you must be thinking. Yes, I did spend the
night but don’t worry, I know what this time means to you – and him, so I would
never DREAM of getting the way. He’s upstairs so go do your thing.”
I kissed her on the cheek and headed upstairs. Now THAT hadn’t turned out so
bad. I checked my watch... dang it, we would have to hurry if we were going to
get to church on time! Fortunately, my dad was waiting for me in the foyer, in
his suit and all ready for church. So many people dressed causal for church
these days but my dad was still as it and tie guy. It was his turn to look at
his watch and he shook his head while grinning at me.
“Cutting it a little close, aren’t we baby?” he chuckled as he unzipped his
pants and pulled out his dick, “You’d better get to work!” He was already semi-
erect which pleased me more than he may have known. It was good to know after
all these years that my dad could still get an erection in anticipation of
fucking me! I quickly got down to my knees, the Oriental floor runner
cushioning me as I knelt in front of his dick, almost like I was praying. His
dick was soon in my mouth and he groaned as I took all of it in.
“That’s my girl... that’s my precious daughter... suck your daddy’s cock.”
I looked up at him and our eyes met as I kept his dick firmly in my mouth. My
heart swelled as I saw him looking down at me, watching me suck his dick. He
looked so happy and that made me feel so good inside, knowing I was fulfilling
my duties as his daughter, pleasing my dad as only a daughter can please her
father. Sure, having any girl suck his cock would be good, but I knew it had
to be special for him to look down and see his own daughter taking his dick in
her mouth.
There wasn't a lot of time for foreplay and he seemed pretty horny so I figured
we’d better get to it. I dropped his dick from my mouth and stood up, turning
away from him towards the stairs leading to the second floor. I balanced myself
holding the railing as I raised one foot to the first step, exposing my bare ass
to him as I lifted my skirt up – no panties of course!
“God you have such a sweet little ass!” he hissed as he reached under the skirt
to hold me by my bare hips. Mmmmm, I could feel the head of his hard dick
pressing against my exposed bottom. It may not have been as little as it was
back when I was sixteen and he first started fucking me, but I was still pretty
proud of it and he knew it, always making sure to compliment me about it.
“Oh daddy... yes!” I cried out softly as I felt him enter me. I was already
soaking wet with anticipation which allowed his cock head to easily penetrate
me, pushing its way all the up in me until I felt the hairy bush of his crotch
against my naked ass. There was no time to waste and so he started pumping it
in and out of me, not saying a word at first as he concentrated on his dick
inside of me, his wonderful dick inside of his adoring daughter.
“Fuck me daddy.. fuck me,” I repeated over and over as he huffed and puffed from
the exertion. After all, he wasn't a teenager anymore!
“Yeah baby.. daddy’s gonna cum in you, daddy’s gonna fuck that tight little cunt
of yours and fill you with his cum.”
“Oh daddy, I want it.. I want your cum in me, ... fuck me daddy.. please fuck me
more!”
“Ohhhhhh!” he groaned as I felt him ram it extra hard in me and hold himself
still in me as his hips thrust into me over and over, each time with a load of
his incestuous cum spurting from him and depositing itself inside of me. God I
loved this most of all, feeling him cumming in me, leaving a part of himself in
me. I loved knowing I was making him do it, that he lusted for me enough to cum
in me... to literally mate with his only daughter.
“That’s it daddy, give it to me,, give me your cum daddy, show me how much you
love me daddy.. show me how much you love me.”
Indeed, what more can a father do to demonstrate his love for his daughter than
to enter her and cum inside of her? It was the ultimate act of love - and
respect. Sex is the most perfect way for a father and daughter to be together,
the most natural and proper way.
Just as fast as he’d cum, it was over. When he pulled his already dwindling
dick out of me it was like there was this empty place inside of me, like
something was missing. But I smiled as I felt his incestuous cum draining from
me, serving as a memory of what he had just done to me, a physical symbol of a
father’s love for his daughter.
“We’d better get going or we’ll be late for church,” he warned me, tucking his
still almost soft cock into his pants and zipping them up.
“Dang it daddy, you really came a lot in me!” I exclaimed as I reached down and
used my fingers to wipe off some of the cum that had started to run down my
inner thigh. Mmmmm, it tasted so good! Actually, I was more than a little
surprised he HAD cum so much in me. I would’ve thought he had fucked Aunt Linda
this morning but obviously they didn't do it for some reason. My heart burst as
I considered how really sweet it was of the two of them to let him save it all
for me!
All ready again, I followed my dad downstairs where Linda was waiting
impatiently, arms folded and foot tapping. She looked at her watch
melodramatically and shook her head.
“Well, looks like we’re going to be late now, I hope it was worth it.”
She was just teasing and I knew it. Grinning proudly, I pulled up my skirt and
spread my legs, then reached down and used my fingers to get some of the cum
that had drained from me as I had made my way downstairs.
“Oh my, don't you think you should wear some panties girl?” she asked me,
shaking her head, “You know, you’re getting to be as bad as your cousin!”
“Getting?” my dad laughed and we all had to laugh together at that. We drove
separately as I told my dad I had a lunch date after church. He didn't question
me as to who it was with – and I didn't volunteer so that went over pretty
easily. It WAS the truth after all, just maybe not ALL the truth.
Sitting towards the front of church (our penalty for being late), I could feel
his cum draining from me even more. It was tempting to lift my skirt and reach
in for another taste but THAT wouldn't have been very smart in the middle of a
crowded church, especially with the pastor just a few feet in front of us. With
my skirt being so dark I just had to hope that any wet spots wouldn’t show
through. Then again, I would be changing as soon as the service was over anyway
so who cared? It was hard to concentrate on the service with the sensations of
my freshly fucked pussy converging with the anticipation of what might happen
after church. I wondered what the guy sitting next to me in the pew would have
though had he known what was going through my mind - and out my pussy, as we
stood next to each other and sang the next hymn. Even better, imagine if he
knew WHO’S cum was still draining from me!
Fortunately the service finished on time and I gave my dad and Aunt Linda a kiss
goodbye. Rushing to my car, I actually drove back to his house, knowing they
would be heading out for dinner before returning. Changing in the car would
have been crazy so I just ran inside long enough to slip on my other dress.
First, though, I went to the bathroom to clean off my cum-encrusted pussy. All-
in-all, I was pretty much a mess and the last thing I thought Mr. Eisenberg
would like would be to see my pussy coated with another man’s cum! Funny thing
is, without actually thinking about it I’d apparently already decided that he
would be seeing my pussy! Hmmm, I wonder what else I would be doing before the
day was over? I think I had a pretty good idea!
Chapter 4 – How Bad Did I Want the Job?
================================
It was a few minutes after noon when I drove up to the hotel and searched
frantically for a parking spot. The “after church” lunch crowd was already
there in force and so I ended up way out in back before I finally found a place
to squeeze into. Turning off the ignition, as late as I was I sat there for a
moment with both hands firmly gripping the steering wheel, eyes closed as I
prayed and try to prepare myself for what I assumed was about to happen.
It’s funny how the same actions and events can have totally different results,
simply because of the circumstances involved. Had I been here to meet some
husband from church, perhaps cheating on his wife and anxious to do about
anything to spend the afternoon with me, I would have been excited and wet with
anticipation. Yet here I was, basically about to do exactly just that, yet
somehow I felt more anxious than excited, dirty instead of slutty, resigned
versus horny. Definitely NOT excepted and wet.
For a girl who prided herself on being a slut, I certainly wasn't feeling very
good about myself now. Maybe it was because this job meant so much to me. I’d
dreamed for most of my life of being a teacher, worked hard in school,
sacrificed so much to achieve my goal and now, just as I was about to reach it,
I found myself having to use my body instead of my credentials to realize my
dream. Had it been any other job or position I wouldn't have hesitated a bit
to use every “asset” I had – hey, why not use what you got? This was special
though, this was about me becoming a teacher based on my credentials and skills,
not my looks and sexual skills.
Yet in the end, what option did I have? Sure, I could get all high and mighty
and claim I was sticking to my morals. That would mean walking away from this
job and waiting for who knows how long before something else opened up. The
last thing I wanted was to spend another school year stripping and modeling
lingerie while I watched kids going off to school, knowing I wasn't in front of
the class teaching them. I mean, like I was 24 now and not getting any younger.
It was time to get my career started. Besides, it wasn’t like Mr. Eisenberg was
all that bad. He WAS pretty good looking and I was sure he would be extremely
discreet as he had far more to lose than I did if any of this ever became public
knowledge.
I bowed my head, said a final quick prayer, and took a deep breath. Letting it
out slowly, I put my head back and opened my eyes, filled with a new
determination. If this was what it took, a few hours of letting some pervert
have his way with me, then what was the big deal anyway? No matter what
happened, by the time I ate supper it would all be over and the job would be
mine. If anything, on the bright side I figured my job security would be pretty
good considering the “goods” I would have on Mr. Eisenberg after today!
Stepping out of my car, I tried to pull my hem down as my dress had ridded up to
my waist as I drove. It was then I noticed a family walking by, the parents
with the standard issue two kids, a boy and girl that looked to be in their
young teens. I couldn't help but smile as the mother turned the boy’s head from
me as he must have noticed my brief “flash” as I stepped out of my car. Boy...
if looks could kill, hers would have melted me down on the spot! The husband
was eyeing me as well so I just grinned at him and clutched my purse as I
followed them into the hotel lobby.
The restaurant was off to one side and I was about to head down the hall when I
heard someone calling my name. I looked and there seated in the lobby, was Mr.
Eisenberg. He was getting to his feet and gesturing for me to come over to him.
“Hello Miss Wells, glad to see you showed up. I wasn’t sure after out last
interview if you really wanted the position or not.”
Yeah right, like there was any doubt. His eyes were running up and down my
body, noticeably pausing as he took in my boobs and legs. God, what a perv!
But then, a girl doesn't wear a dress like the one I had on unless she WANTS a
guy to do just what he was doing! After all, what was the point of dressing
like a slut if nobody noticed?
“So shall we go have lunch now?” I suggested, gesturing with my hand towards the
restaurant entrance where people were lining up to be seated. Although I’d
never eaten brunch here, I’d heard it was good and judging from the crowd, the
rumors were apparently true. We would probably have to wait a half hour or so
just to be seated.
“Well.... I wanted to talk to you about that,” he said slowly, barely audible
even though I was right up next to him now. “I’m not so sure it’s a good idea
for the two of us to be seen together in public – especially dressed the way you
are. Not that I don’t like it of course. It does a fine job of showing off...
your ‘credentials’, you know what I mean?”
My eyes narrowed at him, as if I was surprised by what he was saying. Sheesh,
back to those horrible lines again. Couldn't he say anything without using such
tired old crap? Actually, what WOULD have surprised me the most would have been
if we actually DID have lunch in public like this. Odds were SOMEONE would see
us and then the gossip would start. I’m sure the last thing he needed was
someone asking his wife why he was seeing a new teacher at a Sunday brunch – a
teacher wearing the sluttiest dress in the room.
“But I thought we were going to do my final interview?” I asked, pretending to
not know where he was going with this. Like, I would have to have been a
totally idiot not to know already.
“Well, I just thought we could do it somewhere... more private,” he suggested.
Then he finally came out with it and said, “I booked a room where we can do your
interview without drawing too much attention. OK with you?”
Shrugging, I tried to look as if I had to make a decision but in reality, this
was all going exactly the way I’d expected. I mean if you think a guy invites
you to a hotel for an interview where you are expected to show “how bad” you
want a job just to have a discussion over lunch, then you’re too dumb to be
teaching!
“Sounds good to me, I’m sure you’ll be impressed,” I replied with a naughty
little smile. It was just enough to let him know I was “in” on his plans, even
if he hadn’t come right out and stated them.
“Great, let’s get going then.”
I followed him to the elevators as he looked around to make sure nobody was
watching us. For him, the was probably the most “dangerous” moment where
someone might see him getting into the elevator with me. It would be awfully
hard to explain to his wife, that was for sure! As it was, we entered the
elevator alone and he pressed the button for our floor. Neither of us said a
word as it took us up and the doors opened again. Mr. Eisenberg led me down the
hall to the room, never even looking at me as he opened the door and walked in
with me trailing close behind like a puppy dog.
As I stepped inside the room, I could see it was your standard issue Holiday Inn
– two double beds, a TV mounted to the dresser with a small round table and two
chairs next to it. It was pretty warm and stuffy so he turned on the AC unit
under the window. It was pretty loud but I could feel the blast of cool air
almost immediately. Mr. Eisenberg turned and stood there across the room from
me, both of us quiet as we waited for the other to make the first move. If
there was one thing I was sure of though, HE was going to be the one to initiate
anything. It was bad enough I was essentially whoring myself out for a job.
The least he could do is leave me with no option so I wouldn't have to wonder
forever afterwards if I could’ve possibly gotten by without doing what I knew I
would likely have to do.
“Well Miss Wells, here we are.”
I stood there silently, smiling at him to try to put him at ease but otherwise
waiting for him to continue.
“I think we both know what this ‘interview’ is about, don't we,” he said, more a
statement than a question. I just nodded slightly and waited for more.
“I just want you to know I’ve never done anything like this before,” he said,
suddenly looking a little unsure of himself.
“So why now then?” I asked softly, “We can stop now.. nothing has happened yet.”
Mr. Eisenberg sighed and I could see the struggle that was within him. In a
way, I could sympathize with him. I’d been in similar situations before where
it all seemed so hot and wild to talk about something and even fantasize about
it; but when it came to the actual DOING of it, that’s when the reality sank in.
“Maybe we should forget about all of this,” he said, “I don't know what I was
thinking.”
Suddenly I felt this surge of anger. Damn him anyway. He had put me through
all this and now he was going to chicken out, I just knew it. Odds were he
would then find some excuse not to hire me and then it would be my word against
his as to why he’d changed his mind – and who would believe me over him,
especially if he revealed anything about why I’d left in the first place.
“How bad do you want the job?” Yes, that was the question he had left me with
in his office and now I was ready to show him. Indeed, I wanted the job and I
wanted it BAD – so bad I was resigned to whoring myself to get it. Now this
idiot thought he could just change his mind and back out of the deal? Noooooo,
I don't think so.
One thing about this pink dress, it not only didn't hide very much, but it
barely stayed on me so when I wanted to take it off, all it took was a quick
shake of my upper body to let the straps fall off my shoulders and the whole
thing would slip down to the floor. That’s exactly what I did now – a little
shake and the next thing he knew I was standing there totally naked in front of
him. Well, not TOTALLY if you count my jewelry and heels but close enough. His
eyes bugged out and his mouth dropped open like a fish out of water before he
caught himself and took a deep breath.
“Now Mr. Eisenberg, you told me in your office that you wanted me to prove how
much I wanted the position... so what do you think?”
“Miss Well.....” he stammered, “please put your dress back on. I’m serious..
please.”
“Oh come now Mr. Eisenberg,” I purred as I put one bare leg up on the bed and
cupped my naked crotch with my hand, “I saw how you looked at me. I bet you’ve
been dreaming all week of seeing me like this, haven’t you?”
It was like he was frozen place, unable to move. I knew his brain was telling
him to leave the room, FAST, before he did something he could never undo. At
the same time, I saw the unmistakable signs of an erection starting to form
under his suit pants and I knew what was happening. It was a classic struggle
between the big head and little head. I knew well that as the little head grew
in size and strength, it would soon overwhelm the big head. It was like I was a
mercenary supplying arms to the resistance. All I had to do was help his dick
gain control and he would be mine. It was just too easy, like shooting fish in
a barrel as I knew exactly what to do.
“My pussy’s so hot.... so wet,” I teased him naughtily, “It wants you MR.
Eisenberg....don’t you want it?”
Oh he wanted it, that was obvious. Like what man wouldn’t want a 24 year-old
pussy as the girl played with herself in front of him? From the family pictures
I’d seen in his office, it wasn’t like his wife was all that frumpy, but I bet
she’d never looked like I did right now and odds were she never masturbated in
front of him either – as I started to do for him.
“Mmmmm, it’s so wet Mr. Eisenberg, I’ve been thinking all week about you...
about you fucking me.”
He visibly winced when I said “fucking me”, as if I’d exposed his secret
desires. I WAS wet - and getting wetter by the minute, but it wasn’t so much
my finger that I now had pressed inside my pussy that was turning me on.. it was
his eyes fixated on my bare crotch as I did it that had me going. Oh yeah, he
wanted me.... he wanted me bad. It was time to get him involved a little
more...
Putting my leg back down, I put my finger that had been in m pussy up to my
mouth and licked my pussy wetness from it before putting it in my mouth and
sucking the rest off. He looked so turned on and I knew he was ready for the
next thing I had in mind for him. Moving up close to him, I reached down and
started unbuckling his belt. His hands instantly went over mine, trying to
stop me with a half-hearted effort.
“This has to stop now Miss Wells... now!” he burst out. The fervor of his words
weren't exactly matched by the strength in his hands. As big as he was compared
to me, he could have easily stopped me had he REALLY wanted to but instead I was
able to push him aside and soon his belt was undone. Next was the button and
the zipper as his hands hung limply to his side, making no further effort to
stop me. I pulled his pants down, together with his white jockey shorts, to his
ankles. His dick was maybe half to three-quarters erect by now and it stuck out
past the tails of his dress shirt, the head poking out like a gopher checking
out the area before emerging from his hole. I kneeled in front of him and
grabbed his dick with my hand. Mmmmm, it felt so warm! He wasn't exactly steel
rod hard yet but the promise of near-future stiffness was definitely there. I
looked up at him and our eyes met.
“You asked me how much I wanted the job Mr. Eisenberg,” I told him in a husky
whisper, “Now I’m going to show you...”
He looked like he wanted to say something, maybe protest a little but it was too
late for him now, he was mine My hand on his dick may as well have been around
his neck. He knew I was about to suck his dick and at this moment there was
nothing more in the world that he wanted other than to feel my lips caressing
his cock, my tongue playing over his shaft as I took his stiff cock in my mouth.
“Oh my god,” he whimpered, almost choking on his words as I took his dick in my
mouth and began to work on it with my lips and tongue, “That feel so good.... so
good.”
His words were like music to my ears. If there’s one thing I love to do, it’s
suck dick and to hear a man tell me how much he enjoys it, how good I am at
sucking him..... well who doesn’t like to be complimented on their skills?
Actually, he seemed even more appreciative than I would have expected this early
on and suddenly a thought struck me!
“Doesn’t your wife suck your dick Mr. Eisenberg?” I asked, stroking his now wet
dick as I looked up at him quizzically.
“Hell no, she never has... she says oral sex is dirty, sinful,” he gasped. His
hips were making little mini-thrusts, as if he was trying to hint at me to take
it back in my mouth again.
“So you’ve NEVER had a BJ before?” I asked in incredulously. He just shook his
head as if he was too embarrassed to answer. Wow, a BJ virgin! Now this I
hadn’t expected.
Back to his dick I went with a renewed determination to make his first blowjob a
memorable one – as if it wouldn't be no matter HOW I sucked him. It amazed me
in this day and age that a man his age had never had his dick sucked, not even
as a teenager. Like, there are so many different parties these days where girls
do BJs for fun that I don't see how any boy can NOT get blown if he really
wants it.
Although Mr. Eisenberg wasn’t THAT old, I wasn't sure what his recovery time
would be so I didn’t want him to cum after just a BJ. Yet at the same time, I
wanted him to enjoy it as much as possible. I wanted him to see what a good BJ
I could give. Who knows, maybe someday he might get another and I didn’t want
him to think it was better than mine!
His dick was full grown now, as stiff as it was going to get. His crotch had
this thick musky odor that a man gets when he is really horny and turned on. My
hand cupped his hairy balls, softly rolling them between my fingers as my other
hand rubbed my pussy. I always loved to touch myself while I blew a cock – like
getting a “two-fer”.
As I said, as much as I enjoyed sucking his dick, I didn’t want to spend all
afternoon waiting for it to get hard again so I stopped short of him cumming.
When I dropped his dick out of my mouth and stood up, he seemed almost heart-
broken as no doubt he had been imagining himself cumming in my mouth. Well, not
today – at least not yet. His sadness melted, though, when he heard my next
words.
“So your wife hates oral sex, huh?”
He just nodded with a frown on his face.
“So you’ve never tasted a pussy before?”
“Well, not directly,” he stuttered. I figured that meant he must have tasted it
on his fingers or something like that after he’d touched her pussy.
“Didn't any of the other girls you dated suck your dick?”
My wife and I saved ourselves for marriage,” he replied, a note of pride seeping
into his voice. Why people felt proud about foregoing sex before marriage was
beyond me but hey, it that’s what he wanted then I respected him for it. Still,
that meant I was only the second girl he’d had sex with! Cool!
“Well, I want you to lick my pussy now Mr. Eisenberg,” I said in a soft but
demanding tone, “I want to feel your tongue on my hot wet cunt.” Much as I
usually steer away from the “c” word, it seemed to turn him on for me to be a
little more “dirty” for him. No doubt his wife never even called hers a pussy
in front of him, let alone a cunt.
He didn't say a word as I stepped back to the bed. I pulled off the comforter
(who knows WHAT I son those filthy things!) and laid back against the pillows,
lifting my knees so my feet were flat on the bed with my feet spread far apart
do my pussy was on full display for him. He just stood at the edge of the bed,
staring at me as I started to play with myself again for him.
“You like my little pussy Mr. Eisenberg?” I asked him in my best “little girl”
voice. “I bet it’s tighter than your wife’s. Does she shave her pussy like
mine?”
He didn't answer, instead he just watched as I used both hand to touch myself,
opening my pussy, spreading my lips apart as I toyed with my clit and used two
fingers inside of me to masturbate for him. God, I was so damn horny by now!
Really, I would’ve much rather he just got down and fucked me now instead of an
amateurish pussy licking but then whole point of doing all this was to
demonstrate to him how bad I wanted the job, not my own personal satisfaction.
Hopefully he liked the look of my “credentials”!
“Lick my cunt Mr. Eisenberg,” I invited him. Mmmmm, I was so close to having my
own orgasm by now that it wouldn't take much to set me off now - even a first-
timer would be enough. Now if he would just hurry and get to it!
He was still half-dressed so first he took off his shoes and socks, followed by
his blue tie, white dress shirt and white cotton t-shirt. Now he was nude and I
have to say, not bad looking... not bad at all! The thing that most interested
me, his dick, was still ramrod hard as it pointed upward without any assistance.
God was he horny as well! Working his way onto the bed, Mr. Eisenberg got
between my legs and laid down on his elbows with his lower legs and feet hanging
off the end of the bed. He started to caress my inner thighs, a part of me that
LOVES to be softly touched!
“You have the most sensational legs Miss Wells,” he complimented me. I’d had
enough of this “Miss Wells” thing so I corrected him, telling him to call me
Kelly.
“That’s my wife’s name – Miss Kelly,” he explained, his eyes suddenly looking up
as if he was worried something would come down from heaven and strike him down.
Ahhhhhh.... so THAT was why he kept calling me that. It was one thing to have
sex with another women for the first time, but to have it with a girl whose name
was the same as his wife’s was undoubtedly a little weird for him. Well, at
least he didn’t have to worry about calling out my name should he fantasize
about me the next time he and his wife had sex! Guess it also made it easy for
him to keep track of the names of the girls he had fucked.
Without further discussion, he lowered his head to my crotch and tentatively
reached out with his tongue to touch my pussy. Fortunately, he manage to hit my
hyper-sensitive clit dead-on the first time, making me jump just a little as it
sent out a jolt of electricity throughout my body.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned, no pretending required. Indeed, there is nothing better on
my clit than a warm wet tongue.
As it turned out, he really wasn't all that bad at licking me, especially
considering he’d never done it before. Of course, it didn’t hurt that I’d
worked myself up so well ahead of time that he could’ve done just about anything
and I would’ve gotten off. Indeed, when he had his tongue just inside of my
pussy, his nose pressed against my clit, I DID have my first orgasm of the
afternoon. My hips thrust up against this face as I wrapped my legs around his
head, pulling him into me, not wanting his tongue to stop touching me.
“Oh fuck I’m cumming Mr. Eisenberg,” I panted, barely able to say the words as
my orgasm overwhelmed me, “You’re making me cum so good! You make me feel so
good!”
God... I wanted him to fuck me. Heck, I NEEDED him to fuck me. My orgasm was
slowly dwindling but I couldn’t wait any longer. It was no longer a question of
“demonstrating how much I wanted the job” or proving my “credentials” or any of
that crap. It had nothing to do with his sweet wife sitting at home, unaware of
her husband’s adulterous acts with me. No, this was for ME. It was like I
felt I would just die if his dick wasn't in me – and in me as fast as possible.
My pussy was almost cramping with the anticipation of a warm dick inside and all
I knew was I desperate to feel him fuck me, fuck me hard and then cum inside of
me.
“Fuck me Mr. Eisenberg!” I begged him. There was nothing fake about it, nothing
for a show, nothing to get him off. It was all me wanting it now. “PLEASE fuck
me,” I pleaded, wanting him in me so badly. God, why wouldn't he fuck me?
Finally he mounted me missionary style, probably the only position he’d ever
fucked his wife. His face was wet with my pussy cum and his eyes had that look
of lust that appears when a man is at that state where the only option is sex.
Indeed, he didn't hesitate for even a second. Not for a moment did he question
what he was doing, the seriousness of the act he was about to commit. If it
bothered him to commit adultery for the first time in his life, you would have
been hard-pressed to know it. At this moment, I imagined about the last thing
on his mind was the other Kelly in his life, his wife and life-partner. His
vows to her were forgotten. Mmmmm, I knew at this moment he wanted to fuck ME -
and only ME.
“That’s it, put it in me,” I gasped as I felt the head of his dick trying to
find it’s place at the entrance to my pussy. Once he was there I knew all it
would take was one big push from him and he would be in me, fucking me like he’d
never fucked another girl before. He fumbled with his dick, obviously nervous
and anxious at the same time, unwittingly driving me insane as my pussy craved
the feeling of his cock. Damn, find it for god’s sake! It’s not like I was all
dry and shrunken and hard to fuck. My pussy was soaking wet and ready, as ready
as it ever would be. Fuck! Would he EVER fuck me?
FINALLY! I felt the tip of his dick slip barely into me, the mere suggestion of
his cock at the entrance to my slutty pussy enough to practically make me cum
again. What the hell was taking him so damn long? Surely he wanted to fuck
me as bad I wanted him too. Why didn’t he just fuck me and get it over with?
Any thoughts of why I was there vanished, any feelings of guilt or remorse had
long since evaporated. The truth of the matter was that I didn't give a damn
about him anymore at this point. All I could think about, all my mind could
comprehend, was the feeling of that cock just barely in ME, about ME wanting it
all the way, all the way inside of ME. Damn I needed to be fucked SO bad! Fuck
ME damn it!
“OH YES!” I cried out as without warning his dick suddenly rammed it’s way deep
inside of my cunt. Once he finally had it right he simply grunted as he pushed
hard and forced his wonderfully hard dick all the way into me in one fast
movement. Mmmmm, it felt SO much better to feel him in me, like I was now
complete, like a missing part of me was had returned and taken it’s rightful
place. The prodigal son had returned and my pussy was putting on a party for
him to celebrate!
“Damn, you’re so fucking tight!” he whispered between heavy breaths as he
started to pump me like an oil rig. Now that was music to any girl’s ears! I
may not be sixteen anymore and more than a few dicks had pummeled by pussy over
the years, but I’m still tighter than most girls years younger than me (or so
I’m told) and I knew I HAD to be a hell of a lot tighter than his wife after the
kids.
“That’s it Mr. Eisenberg, faster.... fuck me faster..... oh fuck me harder!” I
moaned over and over as he rocked back and forth over me. My boobs were
bouncing up and down as he literally shoved me backwards against the pillows
with each pounding thrust, then backing out of me slowly only to be followed by
another rapid thrust, driving his dick rapidly up inside of me. Then he would
hold himself there, buried to the hilt for a few sensational seconds, his pubic
hair mashed against my bare pussy, just throbbing inside of me. Then without a
word, he drew it back slowly again, like an archer drawing back an arrow on his
bow, only to thrust it wildly into me yet again like the archer releasing his
arrow.
I was cumming again... oh my god was I cumming again! It was like the first
time had been just a warm-up, just a preview of things yet to cum as my orgasm
swelled within me. My exploding pussy clamped down on his dick like a vise,
gripping him and holding him inside of me, never wanting to release him.
“OH I’M CUMMING!” I cried even louder this time. Fortunately it was just after
lunch and odds were nobody was in the rooms next to us. Even if they had been,
so what? Why else would anyone be locked away in a hotel room on a day like
today other than to have sex?
My legs wrapped around his ass as I tried to pull him even deeper into me. My
boobs felt like they were about to explode with pleasure as my orgasm ebbed and
flowed, like waves in a tidal pool swishing back and forth over every inch of my
body. It had been a while since I’d cum this hard and I wanted to enjoy every
second of it. He was just holding himself still over me, letting my pussy grip
his cock and gush over it, listening to me babble to him about how good it felt
and how bad I wanted him to keep fucking me. He was about to start pumping me
again when I had another idea instead.
“Over...” was all I said, more of a grunt but as I twisted my body he seemed to
get the idea. He laid down tight against me and we rolled as one, barely
avoiding falling off the edge of the double bed in the process but once he was
on the bottom he scooted over towards the center again, leaving me perched on
his dick like a marshmallow on a stick. I was on top now with his dick still in
me – nice move considering I doubted he’d ever done that maneuver before.
“You wife ever ride you like this?” I panted, the final throes of my orgasm
still pulsing in me as I put my hands on his chest as I rose up on my knees,
keeping his dick barely in me.
“Never.... only one way with her,” he managed to finally get out, trying to
catch his breath.
I started to pump my ass up and down on his cock, not really bobbing up and down
with my entire body but doing 90% of the work with just my hips and butt, like a
hula dancer doing her thing while mounted on his dick. I loved the control, to
be the one to determine how fast he went in and out, how deep he fucked me,
everything about it. Sometimes I would just sit down on his crotch, putting my
full weight down on my pussy, pushing him as deep up in me as I could. I looked
down between my legs and smiled as all that was visible of his dick was a patch
of his curly pubic hair between him and me, the rest of him had disappeared deep
in me – as if that wonderful feeling I get when a man is in me didn't already
tell me.
He seemed to be enjoying it as much as me. First he had his hands on my bare
hips, helping me to rise up and down on his dick and then he moved to my boobs
as I leaned forward just a bit to make it easier for him or grasp them. I
lowered myself further until my nipples were in his face and he hungrily sucked
on one and then the other like he was starving to eat them. Mmmmm, it felt so
good to feel him suck hard on my sensitive nipples as I wiggled my ass around
his cock!
“Ever fuck a girl doggie before?” I asked him after fucking him on top for a
while. I was 99% sure what the answer would be and the look on his face told me
that I had been too cautious in my earlier estimate. Oh well, why not let him
try as many new things as possible? I rose up on his dick but before he could
get up I was leaning over his crotch, taking his dick in my mouth yet again.
Mmmmm, I LOVE the taste of a dick right after it’s been in me when I cum. The
taste of my pussy was strong on his cock and the only thing better would be if
his cum was mixed in as well.
After the fucking he had given me I only sucked his dick for a few minutes or
else I’m sure he would have erupted. I got on all fours, my ass facing me with
my knees apart to give him a good view of my pussy and asshole.
“Like my ass Mr. Eisenberg?”
Like he was going to say “no”? I wasn't expecting a response and I didn't get
one, at least not verbally. Instead, Mr. Eisenberg got on his knees and with
one hand stroking his dick, he quickly worked his way between my legs until I
felt his dick against my asshole. Well, sorry but THAT was one fantasy he would
just have to masturbate about later.
“In my pussy,” I simply said, not trying to break the mood by being too harsh on
him. What is it with men and assholes anyway? Here I was with a dripping wet
pussy dying for him to fuck, and he wants to use my asshole instead? Sheesh,
what’s wrong with this picture?
He didn't argue and it wasn't long before he was back in me again. As wet and
freshly fucked as I was, my pussy must have been an easy target for him this
time! I didn't care at this point, not so long as he was back in me as soon as
possible. With his hands on my waist, he started to pump me again, slapping his
crotch into my butt as he pushed and pulled me in sync with his thrusts. I
loved this position as it seems that it is the best for getting a dick as deep
in me as possible and he was definitely in me – no doubt about THAT.
My boobs felt like pendulums, swaying back and forth as he fucked me faster and
harder. I dropped to my elbows, elevating my ass even more to make it easier
for him to fuck me from behind, not to mention my arms were getting tired. He
HAD to be about to cum by now and I was right, he was reaching the brink. The
question now was, WHERE?
Nine times out of ten, the answer would have been simple. Given the choice, I
love a man to cum inside of my pussy. Besides the obvious point that it simply
FEELS good, in a case like Mr. Eisenberg, it also signifies that final betrayal
of his wedding vows, to not just FUCK me, but to MATE me as well. Of course I
had zero desire to get pregnant with him, it was the symbolism that mattered
more to me. In this particular case, though, I was looking for something more
dramatic, something more for him to remember me by every time he saw me in the
hall at school. I wanted him to think about this moment every time he said
hello to me in school, every time his wife was next to him at a conference or
other school event. Every time he fucked his wife for the rest of his life I
wanted him to remember me.
From the speed and frantic way he was starting to fuck me, I knew he was about
to cum and I wanted to catch him before that happened so to his surprise, I
leaned forward and crawled away from him, leaving him kneeling there with his
pussy-juice covered dick glistening in the sunlight. Before he could say
anything though, I’d twisted around so I was kneeling and facing him, then I
took his swelling dick in my mouth yet again and sucked him as well as I knew
how with just one goal – to drive him to an orgasm as quickly as possible.
Mr. Eisenberg had his hands on my head now, pushing and pulling me in and out of
his crotch as he thrust himself into my mouth in time with the rocking I was
doing on the bed. He was close.... very close.... VERY close. I dropped him
from my mouth and started stroking his dick with both hands, twisting and
turning them on his dick as I forced him into that final point of no return.
Like a cat eying a mouse, I watched the tip of his dick without hardly blinking,
not wanting to miss that first spurt of cum when it erupted from him.
“Cum on my face.... I want you to cover my face with cum Mr. Eisenberg,” I said
to him quickly, not wanting to be caught talking when he exploded.
“Oh yeah, you would like that, wouldn't you Kelly.... you fucking slut....
little whore.:
Wow, I was a little surprised at his words as he had mostly been quiet while we
had fucked, generally just groaning and moaning as he fucked me. I took his
words as those of a man being driven by his lust, without any rational thought
or control over what he said so it didn’t bother me that he called me a whore.
In a way though, wasn't that exactly what I was right now? Wasn't I getting
“paid” with a new job for letting him fucking me?
“Here it cums!” he announced as sure enough, I saw the first rope of milky sperm
emerge from his dick and strike me on the forehead. Usually that first shot is
the strongest and it wouldn't have totally surprised me if it had gone over my
head (and it wouldn't have been the first time for me either). The second hit
my on the tongue and I could immediately taste the strong cum, even as third
shot landed next to the second. The rest was sort of everywhere – my cheeks,
neck, boobs, and so forth. Damn, he had a LOT of cum!
When his final load had been shot, I lifted my head and stuck out my tongue so
he could see his cum puddle there, as well as the mess I must have had all over
my face. At least it felt that way. He grinned a the sight of his cum in my
mouth and so I closed my mouth and made a dramatic show of swallowing it, then
opening my mouth again to show it was all gone except for a slimy film on my
tongue. It would take a good toothbrush and some mouthwash to clear THAT off,
not to mention the aftertaste.
“Mmmmm, I bet your wife never swallowed your cum before, has she?” I asked
naughtily as I used his dick like a squeegee to wipe some of the cum on my
cheeks over to my mouth where I licked it off and swallowed it as well.
“Oh god, I never thought I would ever see that,” he gasped, his eye wide open as
he stared at his cum all over me. “That was incredible Kelly..... fucking
incredible.”
I quickly bounced off the bed and ran to the bathroom, returning with a towel
which I then used to wipe the cum off me as best as I could. Fortunately, I
didn't think he had gotten any in my hair which made it a lot easier. THEN I
would have HAD to take a shower. Although it could be erotic sometimes to go
out in public with cum on me, I didn't feel today was quite the appropriate time
or place.
“Sooooo, Mr. Eisenberg, do I get the job?” I asked as I rubbed some more cum off
my boobs I had missed the first time around. God, that stuff is SUCH a pain to
get off. And people wonder why I say I prefer it in my pussy or mouth.
Mr. Eisenberg had laid back, flat on his back with his spent dick now hanging
limply to the side. Even as it got softer, it still looked tempting and I
probably wouldn’t have minded if he had wanted to for seconds but it seemed he
was satisfied with my “demonstration”. His eyes were closed and for a moment I
thought he had fallen asleep but the lids cracked open and he smiled up at me as
I sat back on my heels next to him.
“Well, you definitely showed me you want the job,” he teased me. “Let me think
about it some more. It may require another ‘interview’, you know how
complicated these decision can be.”
Bastard, how dare he even suggest such a thing. Suddenly any feelings about
wanting him to fuck me or to suck his dick disappeared, replaced by the most
intense anger and disgust. He laid his head back with his eyes closed again,
ignoring me. Well, we’d see about that! I grabbed my dress, slipped it over my
head and dropped it into place. Not only did it come OFF easily, but it went ON
just as easy. With no bra or panties, that left just my heels which I slipped
on and was ready to go in less than thirty seconds. Grabbing my purse, I walked
to the side of the bed and reached out to grab his dick firmly in my fist,
squeezing it hard enough to make his eyes pop open and look at me with surprise.
“What the...” he stammered but I didn’t let him finish.
“OK, now let’s get this straight, MR. Eisenberg,” I said sternly, without even
the slightest hint of tease or naughtiness, “You WILL give the board your
highest recommendation. I WILL be teaching this fall or you can say goodbye to
THIS!”
“Hey, you can’t make any demands, I know too much about you,” he countered,
suddenly all serious but looking a little dismayed as well.
“Oh give me a break.... most people know I’m a slut, haven’t you asked around?
But what would your precious wife say if she found that YOU had fucked me? I
bet the school board would love to hear all the details of the blowjob I just
gave you.”
“You can’t prove anything,” he blustered.
“Do I NEED to?” I came back, “I think I know enough ‘personal’ things about you
that I could convince enough people, especially your wife, that I was telling
the truth.”
He shut up then, mulling things over apparently. He wasn’t a stupid man. The
idiot had just reacted the way most men would given the opportunity. Probably
figured after talking to the old administrator that this was a once-in-a-
lifetime chance to fulfill some fantasy of his, never thinking it through to
what might happen afterwards. Idiot.
“Alright.. you win, you get the job,” he said, looking somewhat chagrined. Then
he brightened up saying, “But at least I made you fuck me to get it.” Yeah, as
IF that was some sort of “win’ on his part. Other than the fact I hated getting
my first teaching position this way, actually I’d rather enjoyed it. My anger
began to dissipate as I noticed his cock was starting to stir again. Hmm, maybe
he wasn't going to take that long recovering as I’d feared!
What the hell... why not? “In for a penny, in for a pound” an old college
professor of mine use to say. My dress dropped to the floor yet again....
As I laid there sucking his dick again, feeling it slowly grow back to it’s
previous glory in my mouth, I couldn't help but smile at myself. So what if I
fucked my way into this job? Like, was it so bad that I had the school
administrator in my back pocket, so to speak? I remembered from the last time
I’d taught a the school how horny I would get sometimes and all that I could do
was disappear to the restroom in the teacher’s lounge for a quick round of
masturbation. Hmmm, maybe I might have to have some special meetings each week
with the school administrator... VERY special meetings....
Postlude
========
It’s only June as I write this and so school is still over a couple of months
away. After leaving Mr. Eisenberg I did a lot of thinking about what I’d done
and the possible ramifications. In the end, I believe I did what I had to do
and so I don't regret any of it. It’s a tough job market out there and so what
if I have to rely on more than just my academic credentials to get what I want?
My sexual skills are just as much as part of me as my academic ones, so why try
to separate them from one another?
The bottom line is... I’m going to be a teacher again! Who cares HOW I got the
job, just that I got it – right?
THE END
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