Subject: Compromises
Story Codes: MF oral F-solo
Diary Date: September 11, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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All my life I’ve wanted to be a teacher more than anything. Then last
year, just when it seemed everything was perfect, all my hopes and dreams
were crushed. This past summer an unexpected opportunity arose which
promised to revive those dreams. OK, so I had to comprise my principles
just a little, but it got me back into teaching so I lived with it.
Besides the moral and ethical issues, I’m learning that there’s another
problem when you start straying from your beliefs - once you rationalize
it the first time, the next time gets easier. Now that I had my job
back, was I really ready to compromise my core beliefs yet again so I
could keep it?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Cinderella
Chapter 2 – The Carriage Becomes a Pumpkin
Chapter 3 – After-School Performance Review
Chapter 4 – The Drive Home
Chapter 1 – Cinderella
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All my life I’ve dreamed of being a teacher. Actually, I can’t think of
ever wanting to be anything else when someone would ask me, “What do you
want to be when you grow up?” After years of tough schooling, grueling
exams, bureaucratic certifications, lifelong dreams realized, crushed and
then resurrected again, I finally did it – I was a full time elementary
school teacher.
In a more perfect world, I would’ve graduated with honors, aced my certs,
been pursued by every major school district in the area, and finally been
hired by a prestigious school with a great salary and benefits. All my
students would love me as their favorite teacher and come to class eager
to learn. At least, that’s how I use to dream it would be.
In the real world, I graduated from college with good grades - but no
honors. I had to study until I nearly dropped to squeak by the
certification exams (had to take them in two states which didn’t help).
The schools I’d been hoping to teach at had waiting lists so long it
would be years before I even got a substitute position.
When I finally DID get a job, it was part time as a fill- in for a
teacher who was ill at a small Christian school. Talk about lousy pay
and no benefits! The kids were general good but there were a few that
made me wonder why I ever wanted to become a teacher and the parents...
well let’s not even discuss parents. So it wasn't quite a dream come
true but still, I was a teacher and that’s what counted in the end.
Then my world turned upside down with the breakup from my boyfriend just
when I thought he was going to propose. Then there was the subsequent
embarrassment of having to resign when my new ex-boyfriend turned
traitor.
Suffice to say that there are things that a private school can delve into
and take into account when determining your qualifications that public
schools can’t. Let’s just say he told them enough that the administrator
felt it was best we part ways. Nothing official was said and so far as
my record read, it was for “personal reasons”. Still, I was effectively
black-listed as nobody would hire you without a good reference from your
previous position and THAT wasn't about to happen so long as the old
geezer was around. Considering he’d been the administrator since the
school started, he wasn't about to leave any time soon either.
Fortunately, or at least from my perspective it was, the administrator
had a serious heart attack which forced him to retire. His replacement
was a much younger guy that I hoped would be unaware of the unofficial
reasons for my resignation. Eventually he DID hire me back but it didn’t
go exactly as I had expected. Rather than repeat all that subsequently
happened, check out these entries in my diary:
May 24, 2009 School Administrator
June 26, 2009 Unconventional Convention
June 27, 2009 RV Parking
June 28, 2009 Disneyland Fun
Keeping it brief, I was forced to let this man have sex with me in order
to get back the dream I’d thought I’d lost – to be a teacher. That may
sound a little ironic coming from a girl who has purposely and
unashamedly used sex to get what she wants for most of her adult life,
but this was a totally different situation. It’s one thing to flirt to
cut in line, give a quick blowjob in return for an evening out, or even
to offer to let a guy fuck you to get something you really want. That’s
just normal stuff most girls do whether they admit it or not.
This time, though, it was different. It meant a lot to me to be able to
pursue my teaching career on my own credentials. Resorting to using sex
was like cheating, sort of like taking the ‘easy way out” and it didn’t
mean as much afterwards. I planned on teaching for a long time and I
wanted to be sure it wasn't something that depended on guys wanting to
fuck me. After all, I may be 24 now but someday it might not be so easy
to just bend over and expect to get what I wanted.
Thus when it came to pursuing my teaching career, I’ve always stayed the
straight and narrow. For instance, I’d never fucked a teacher or done
anything to get a better grade. In college I bartered quite a bit for
some tutoring at times but it’s not like I wouldn't have paid cash
otherwise and besides, it wasn’t like I couldn’t use a little myself at
the time. I dressed professionally at all my interviews (I mean as a
professional teacher, not a hooker) and so until this case came up, I was
pretty proud of myself.
It’s not to say I was raped, humiliated or otherwise had to do anything I
didn’t like. That’s not what peeved me off so over this whole thing.
No, it just irked me that I had to resort to using sex when I was more
than qualified based on my academic credentials, not my sexual resume.
So anyway, I’d done it, it was over, and now I just had to prove to
myself that it wasn’t me but the administrator’s fault. I was bound and
determined to be the best teacher in the school so nobody could ever say
I slept my way into the job!
School had been in session for several weeks now. Back on the first day
I was probably more nervous about seeing Mr. Eisneberg again than I was
about my new class. Professionally, I was as well prepared as I could be
and I felt confident that I would do well. What really was getting to me
was worrying about what Mr. Eisenberg might demand from me.
Surprisingly, I hadn’t heard anything from him since we returned from
California and for the first week at school, I only saw him briefly,
mostly just passing by in the hall. It wasn't hard to miss him as all
the teachers were female and so the only guys around during the day were
him and the fat maintenance guy.
One week... two weeks... three weeks. Time went flying by and still not
a word from Mr. Eisenberg. Maybe something had happened after the
California trip that was keeping him in line. There was always the
possibility that his wife had suspected something about what went on
while we were there. She had me pegged for a slut from the moment she
first saw me and had warned me in no uncertain terms to behave myself
around her husband and family. As such I was sure she didn’t know
anything for certain or she would’ve said something at the time. Still,
maybe she had enough suspicions to read him the riot act when they got
back home.
It’s not like Mr. Eisenberg’s wife was some fat hag that never wanted
sex. Quite the opposite actually as she was gorgeous and loved sex – and
that tidbit of knowledge came from her, not him. In fact, when I first
met her I had to wonder why in the world he would risk so much just to
fuck me a few times. Was it just his ego, some sort of male dominance
thing? Maybe he’d finally come to grips with the huge risk he was taking
and decided to stop before anything happened that would cost certainly
him his career, not to mention his marriage.
One thing that may have been helping keep his interest off of me was the
school dress code. When it came to the teachers it was practically
medieval in that we had to wear long skirts or dresses that came to no
higher than mid-calf and preferably to the ankle. Anything high enough
such that your knee was exposed when you crossed your legs was
unacceptable.
When it came to tops, nothing sleeveless and especially NO cleavage – not
even so much as a hint, especially when you leaned over which any teacher
has to do all through the day. Bras were mandatory at all times and
panties didn’t even have to be mentioned as the answer was so obvious.
It DID rule out thongs or anything other type of underwear that revealed
any part of your buttocks. Heels were OK but no more than 2 inches.
Hair had to worn up or tied back, nothing on the shoulders. Makeup was
required to be modest; for instance there was to be no bright lipstick or
excessive eye shadow.
Needless to say, I had to buy virtually an entire new wardrobe in order
to teach there. Fortunately I had a few outfits from my college days
stuffed in the back of my closet which looked professional enough to wear
to class. The one thing that bugged me most was having to wear a bra
every day. It made me realize that I’d never worn one on a regular basis
for my entire life – until now that is, so that took more than a little
to get use to wearing one every day.
All in all, nobody could accuse me of looking “hot” at school or trying
to tease or come on to anyone. Besides, the oldest age taught at the
school was 6th grade so it’s not like the students were all that much
into caring about their teacher’s underwear yet.
Compared to me, the rest of the staff was quite a bit older. Looking
around my first day I realized I must have been at least ten years
younger than anyone else on staff. I guess that really wasn't all that
surprising when you considered the minimum wage salaries and dearth of
benefits. In fact, I’d overhead a number of the women say their work was
a “ministry” and that they depended on their husbands for the household
income.
Well, good for them but I wasn't married nor near retirement age.
Personally, I was really worried about paying my bills without having to
depend on my father for welfare but God came through for me and even that
worked out for me in the end. My Aunt Linda just announced that she was
moving in with my dad which meant there was room for me to move in with
my cousin Kristi and thus not have to worry about my rent anymore.
I guess theoretically I could’ve moved in with them long before as they
had a spare bedroom that was rarely used. Until now I’d turned their
offers down as I never felt like it would be comfortable for me to live
with them. Kristi had been sleeping in the same bed as her mom since her
parents divorced back when she was just two years-old and it just
wouldn’t have felt right to barge in on them.
So now mid-September was already approaching and all-in-all, my life was
looking pretty good. I had my job, a cheap place to live, and was dating
a new guy I’d recently met who may have some potential. Riley was a
single-dad whose daughter was in preschool. Technically his ex had all
the rights to the pre-school girl but he still helped out getting her to
school now and then which is how I met him. So far we’d dated a few
times and I was starting to like him more every time. He knew nothing
about me other than what he saw at school so you can imagine his concept
of who I was!
So far I’d not done much to alter that perception, dressing
conservatively on our dates - not old-maid but I left my slut outfits in
the closet. He’d kissed me on the cheek after our last date but that was
it so far as anything even resembling sex went. Not that I didn’t WANT
to suck his dick and have him fuck me on our first date; I just felt
given my sad history with boyfriends that maybe I’d try something new
with this guy and see what happened.
Yes, I felt like Cinderella. I’d met my prince and I was living in a
fairy tale. What more could a girl ask for?
Chapter 2 – The Carriage Becomes a Pumpkin
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Even Cinderella’s ballroom fantasy had an ending and so did mine. One
morning I was walking down the hall when I passed the administration
office just as Mr. Eisenberg was coming out. He seemed startled to see
me at first and then a strange grin grew on his face. He gave me that
“look”, the same one most guys give me when it’s like they’re trying to
summon their x-ray vision so they can see through my clothes.
“Ah Miss Wells, I’ve been meaning to see you,” he said in a disarming
tone, “I was hoping you could stop by my office some time so we could
discuss your progress so far.”
I paused for a moment before answering, trying to read his body language
to determine if this was a legitimate request or just a ruse for some
hidden agenda on his part. Given my past experiences with him, nobody
could blame me for being a little extra cautious. On the surface of
things, such a meeting was not unexpected considering I WAS a brand new
teacher and all. In fact, under more “normal” circumstances I would’ve
expected such a review much earlier than this given over three weeks had
already passed since school started.
However, these were definitely NOT “normal” circumstances which is one
problem when you start associating sex with your workplace – you never
know where one ends and the other picks up.
“Yes sir. I understand,” I replied respectfully, “So when would you like
me to stop in?”
He looked in his notebook as if he needed to consult his schedule and
again I was left wondering if it was all a show or if he really needed to
check. In any case, he snapped it shut before I could see what he was
looking at and smiled at me.
“Well, I suppose it would be best to get it over with as soon as possible
since we’ve delayed it this long already. How about right after your
last class this afternoon?” he offered.
Being it was a Friday, I would’ve definitely preferred to have left for
home as soon as classes ended to beat the terrible traffic. Other than
that I didn’t have a valid reason for refusing him so I just nodded
slightly after which he said he was looking forward to it and returned to
his office without another word.
The rest of the day went by with me wandering about in a daze.
Thankfully I shared the classroom responsibilities with another teacher
or I don't know how I would’ve gotten through it. All I could think
about was Mr. Eisenberg and our “meeting” scheduled for the end of the
day. Perhaps I was getting worked up for nothing. After all, he hadn’t
hardly said a word to me up until today so maybe this was all on the up
and up? All the other teachers told me that they’d had a review within a
week or so of their start and so if anything, they were surprised I had
already gone so long without one. Well, they didn’t know how my
interview went either.
This nightmarish situation was exactly why I hated having to use sex to
get my job. If I hadn’t given in and instead had been more brave and
stuck up for myself instead of panicking and agreeing to his demands, I
wouldn't be in this situation. Instead, I was left wondering what I
might have to do in order to keep my job. What would the other teachers
say if they knew why I was so worried? Heck, the past administrator was
so old he probably couldn't get it up anyway.
Ironically, the whole situation was rather ridiculous AND unnecessary.
Heck, if instead of forcing me to let him fuck me in order to get my job,
had he just come on to me like a typical horny husband I probably
would’ve willingly agreed to having sex with him just because I enjoy
fucking married men. It sort of reminded me of when I first tried
escorting years before when I was in college. Back then I’d ended up
quitting when one of my clients tied me up, blindfolded me, and then
brought in a group of so-called friends to fuck me without warning me
about it ahead of time.
As a direct result of that experience I “retired” from escorting before
anything worse could happen to me. However, like what I was facing
today, that was a case where had the jerk simply ASKED me ahead of time.
I probably would’ve gladly agreed to go along with it (assuming, of
course, he paid more). Instead, it was like he and his friends were
raping me. So as you can see, there’s a HUGE difference between doing
something because you agree to do it compared to feeling like you have no
choice.
Well, the exact same principle applied now to Mr. Eisenberg. Had he
simply ASKED me to have sex with him, everything would’ve been fine and
I’d be looking forward to our meeting this afternoon. Having a guy with
a wife like his risk it all just to fuck me would have been exhilarating
under different circumstances. Instead, because he forced me to let him
fuck me so I could have my job, now I was dreading what might happen at
the end of the day. In way I guess it was a shame!
Chapter 3 – After-School Performance Review
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The last bell of the day had barely ended before the kids were evacuating
the school, followed close on their heels by their teachers who were also
anxious to get home to start the weekend. Not Kelly. No, I was on my
way to the administrator’s office instead for my so-called “Performance
Review”. It was amazing how the hustle and bustle of just a few minutes
ago suddenly became an almost deathly silence, broken only by the sound
of my heels clicking on the shiny tiled floors.
Despite my slow pace, I eventually reaching his office where I stood in
front of the door and took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves and
slow my heart rate down a few notches. It was useless. Oh dear, I
wanted nothing more than anything to turn around and sprint to my car but
then I knew I may as well not bother returning. Whether I liked it or
not, my continued employment depended on the outcome of this review – in
whatever form it might take.
The silence in the hallway was broken when I knocked on the door. Within
a few seconds he called out for me to come in. Sheesh, couldn't he even
open the door for me? Stepping in, I saw him behind his desk from where
he immediately told me to close the door behind me. Something reminded
me of a story I once heard about how Billy Graham never allowed himself
to be alone with any woman other than his wife in any closed room – not
even a car. His rule applied even to his secretary of over thirty
years.
Well, Mr. Eisenberg certainly didn’t live up to those standards. What
would the church board say if they knew he was meeting with a woman my
age alone in his office with the rest of the school empty?
“Take a seat Miss Wells,” he greeted me, pointing to one of two chairs
set out in front of his large wooden desk. It must have been a hundred
years old and looked like it could have survived a bombing it was so
sturdy.
As for the rest of the office, it looked almost exactly as it had several
months ago when he first “interviewed” me. Yep, the same furniture, even
the same family photos except now I was a lot more familiar with the
people portrayed in them. I saw him and his beautiful wife in one of
them and wondered what his foxy wife would say if she knew the real
reason why her husband was staying late after school today? I was pretty
positive he hadn’t told her who he was meeting with!
Funny, but he seemed unsure how to start so I just sat there with my legs
crossed and my hands folded modestly in my lap, waiting patiently for him
to take the lead. After all, it WAS his meeting so I was going to let
him call the shots.
“So I guess you’ve probably been wondering when we would have this little
chat, weren't you?” he started out softly.
I just shrugged, trying not to express anything that might lead him to
believe one thing or another.
“Let’s stop wasting both of our time, OK?” he suddenly blurted out,
shifting his weight so as to sit on the edge of his chair while resting
on his elbows on the desk in front of him. “We’re both adults. We both
know what this is REALLY all about, don't we?”
If he was looking for me to be the one to initiate anything, or to
somehow condone what I knew he was leading up to, well then he was going
to be sadly disappointed. There was absolutely no way on earth that I
was going to give him anything that he could use later to claim that it
was somehow all my idea or that I was complicit with anything. So I just
sat there silently, waiting for him to get to the point.
“Fine, if this is how you want it, then I can deal with it,” he huffed.
I could see he was quickly becoming frustrated. It wouldn't have
surprised me to know that he had been fantasizing that somehow I would
just waltz in, do a sexy strip-tease for him and finally beg him to fuck
me - or something along those lines. Well, it wasn't going to be that
easy for him. Sure, we both knew what I was probably going to eventually
have to do, but it didn't mean I had to help him.
“Stand up,” he demanded in a voice that suddenly turned bitter cold.
Gone was any façade of this being a formal “Performance Review”. It was
obvious things were going to happen pretty fast now and I could feel my
heart racing. At the same time I also felt my pussy starting to tingle
and I couldn't believe I could be reacting this way. OK, so it HAD been
a while since I’d been laid but not THAT long, certainly no reason for my
body to respond like this, especially under the circumstances.
Still, as I explained before, had he simply ASKED me from the beginning
to have sex with me so he could cheat in his wife, then I probably WOULD
be doing the strip tease thing for him on my own right now. It wasn't
like he hadn’t fucked me good in the past. In fact, he fucked me pretty
damn well!
It was all becoming so damn complicated. My head stubbornly clung to the
belief that it was wrong to trade sex for a career while my pussy was
pushing me to go for it and take advantage of the situation. After all,
it WAS quite a compliment that he was willing to risk so much just to
have sex with me. His wife was a real fox, the classic MILF, and I’d
actually found myself wishing she was bi during our trip out to
California together this past summer.
Despite myself I couldn't help but think of how hot it would be if she
was to walk in right now. We could have sex while her husband watched
and then eventually he could fuck us both!
“I said take off your dress!”
My reverie was rudely interrupted and I realized that I’d been
daydreaming. Mr. Eisenberg was glaring at me with a rather pissed-off
expression. Apparently I hadn’t heard him the first time while my mind
went off on that weird tangent. It also served to break any train of
thought I might be having about enjoying this with him as my logical side
regained control and I started feeling a little angry at being forced
into all this.
“NOW dammit, what the hell are you waiting for whore?”
THAT was almost the straw that broke this camel’s back. It was bad
enough to have to submit to him like a cheap whore just to keep my job,
but to have him call me a whore was going too far. OK, so I WAS a slut
but then I’m proud of my reputation. Being called a slut is an honor in
that it means people see me as being sexy and they can tell I love sex.
Whores, on the other hand, will do anything with anybody provide they get
paid and I have no respect for anyone that does that – not even my
cousin. Yet at the same time, wasn't I doing what Mr. Eisenberg demanded
for a price – my job? Did that make me a whore to him?
Reaching behind me, I unzipped my skirt in back and let it drop to the
floor around my ankles. The weather was warm enough and I still had
enough of a tan to get away without panty hose or stockings so my legs
were bare. If this had been a normal date I might have been embarrassed
to be seen in such grandmotherly panties but then he was responsible for
the dress code so I guess you could say it was his fault.
The creep had stood up as I was undressing and now his arms were crossed
as he waited impatiently for me to strip the rest off so I unbuttoned my
blouse and stood there in nothing but a black bra and panties. My heels
were still on but I would have had to unbuckle the straps so I left them
on for the moment.
“Well I see you’re conforming to the dress code Miss Wells,” he said
smugly, “Actually I’m a bit surprised. I would’ve thought you to be the
type to push the limits a little.”
I just frowned at him and stood there with my hands on my hips, refusing
to rise to his bait as I waited for his next demand. It wasn't long in
coming...
“Hmmmmmm, why don’t you come behind my desk and let’s see how your
cocksucking skills have progressed since our last review.”
At least he had dropped the façade and wasn't trying to be so subtle
anymore. In a way, I was glad to get the ball rolling as the sooner
things got going, the sooner this nightmare would be finished. Feeling a
little slutty, I walked slowly around his desk while he was working on
undoing his pants.
By the time I was in front of him he had taken them off along with his
underwear such that he was standing there in just his dress shirt, tie,
socks and shoes. Trouble was, he looked so ridiculous that it was all I
could do to keep from breaking out in laughter. The black socks were
what really did it for me, coming almost to his knees. God, how nerdy
could a man look?
Laughing at him wouldn't get me a passing grade so I bit my tongue and
bent my knees to drop down in front of him until my face was level with
his cock. Once again I felt conflicted. I couldn’t believe I was going
to suck his dick again just so I could keep my job. Then again, on the
other hand he DID have a nice looking cock and I felt myself licking my
lips without even realizing what I was doing as I stared at his rising
dick.
It was almost impossible for me NOT to want to suck his cock. Since I
sucked my first dick over ten years ago I’ve always loved sucking on a
guy’s dick. Since that first one I’ve sucked hundreds more but I never
grow tired of it and I especially love it whenever I get the chance to
try out a new one. Sure I’d sucked Mr. Eisenberg’s dick a few times
already but still, he DID have a nice cock and I DID feel this
instinctive desire within me to suck it. In fact, I didn't even wait for
him to say anything more before I leaned forward and took him my mouth
right away, without even stroking him first.
Something in me suddenly mad me crave the feeling of his dick in my
mouth. Well, that’s not totally accurate. What I craved was the feeling
of ANY dick in my mouth, not necessarily his in particular.
“Damn, now THAT’S what I call working for a grade!” he gasped as I went
down on him and stuffed his entire dick in my mouth.
He was only about half-erect and so it was a cinch to fit him in but I
also knew that even when fully erect he wasn't THAT big.
“Oh yeah, take it all just like that,” he gasped as I pressed my face
into his bushy crotch, feeling his dick growing with each passing moment.
I’ve always loved that feeling I get when a man’s cock grows in my mouth.
It’s like it’s magic and no matter how many times I experience it, I
don't think I’ll ever grow tired of it. God I loved feeling his dick in
my mouth as it hardened and lengthened.
“You love sucking dick, don’t you?” he said in a voice hoarse with his
own lust, “It’s OK, you can admit it... you love sucking MY dick, don't
you Miss Wells?”
OK, so he had me pegged. What could I say, he was right. It was no
different than putting a huge steak in front of a starving man and then
telling him if he ate it then he would be selling his soul. Like there
would really be a decision to make? So what if I was going against
everything I’d promised myself? What did it really hurt to suck his
dick? Wasn’t I being a little too simplistic in my expectations? Given
that I LOVED sucking cock was it really all that bad for me to suck one,
especially if it meant keeping my job? Damn, like if I didn't have a
problem with sucking a guy’s dick for a free dinner, then why wasn’t it
OK to suck one for a much more important thing - to keep my job?
My pussy was on fire by now and I reached down inside my panties to play
with myself as I kept sucking non-stop on Mr. Eisenberg’s now fully erect
dick. Mmmmmmm, I loved the way his hard cock felt in my mouth, stiff but
yet smooth and soft at the same time. The sharp musk of his sex
assaulted my nose and I breathed it in deeply, taking in the scent of his
masculinity. My pussy was soaking wetter by the minute and my finger
easily slipped inside and then back up again to wet and tease my clit.
Personally, I would’ve been thrilled just sucking his dick until he came
and calling it a day. After all, that’s how many of my dates went.
Despite what some people might think, I don't fuck every guy I date, at
least not on EVERY date. Mr. Eisenberg, though, seemed to have different
ideas.
“Stand up,” he said, regaining his voice.
Reluctantly I let his wonderful dick slip from my lips and stood in front
of him. I wiped my mouth off using the back of my hand and licked my
lips, the taste of his dick still in my mouth.
“God, you look so fucking hot,” he sighed as he stared at my lingerie-
clad body. My assumption was that he would next insist on me taking it
off next so I started to reach behind me to unhook my bra but he reached
out to stop me.
“No... leave it on,” he said urgently.
Then he reached out and hooked his fingers under the bottom of my bra,
stretching it out and lifting it up and over my boobs until it was clear
of them but still tight around the top of my chest. He put one hand on
each of my breasts and started to squeeze them, play with my nipples
between his fingertips, nipples which were bullet hard by now and
sensitive to the touch. It was like a small electric shock ran through
me whenever he pinched them and pulled on them.
“Perfect... just perfect,” he sighed, “You get perfect marks for your
tits.”
Then he bent over and I felt his mouth on my boob, sucking on it softly
at first and then hard, drawing the nipple into his mouth where he
grabbed it with his teeth and tugged on it. It really did feel good and
I could feel any remaining resistance in me fading away as he suckled on
my boobs like a starving baby.
“Oh Mr. Eisenberg, that feels so good,” I heard myself saying as if I was
on the sidelines watching the action.
Indeed, it DID feel good but should I be encouraging him? DID I really
want him to know I was enjoying this?
Then with his mouth still on my nipple I felt his hand pull my panties to
the side and he started to explore my pussy, rubbing my clit and sliding
his fingers up and down my pussy lips between my clit and my pussy hole.
Standing up was becoming more and more a chore as my legs weakened with
the incredible feelings of pleasure he was giving me by fondling my
pussy. We both knew what the other wanted. Hell, I knew what I wanted,
THAT was for sure! Any sense of resistance was long since gone and I
knew what I needed more than anything at his moment. There was only one
thing that I wanted and I had to have it.
“Fuck me... Oh god fuck me Mr. Eisenberg,” I gasped, the words exploding
from my mouth as my desires overwhelmed me.
For just a brief moment I felt a surge of intense guilt. Hadn’t I sworn
that I would NEVER ask him to fuck me again? Oh sure, I resigned myself
from the start that I would probably have to LET him fuck me, but I would
be damned if I was going to ASK for it, let alone beg for it.
Well, that was an easy promise to make back home but it was a much
different situation now. NOW I wanted his dick in me and even though I
knew he wanted to fuck me too, he didn't seem to be in any rush to do it.
Well, I wanted it NOW. No more of this foreplay crap, I wanted to be
fucked and I wanted to be fucked NOW.
Enough was enough so I pushed him away and sat back on his desk, pushing
everything out of the way without any concern or care. Leaning back, I
raised my knees up, spreading my legs apart without any shame or modesty.
My panties were still on but I didn't care. Reaching down, I pulled the
crotch over to the side and looked up at him, my voice barely
recognizable now as I was utterly consumed by my lust and desires.
“Please fuck me Mr. Eisenberg,” I begged, hating myself for doing it but
not caring any more.
As much as I knew he wanted to fuck me, he seemed to be getting off just
from seeing me acting this horny. Well, maybe “acting” was the wrong
word as there was no acting going on so far as I was concerned.
“You want this in you, don’t you slut?” he teased me, waving his dick
around with his hand just inches from my pussy.
Then he slapped my pussy with it and pulled it away. “You need my dick
in you, don't you? I can see it in your eyes. C’mon, beg for it slut...
beg me to fuck you. You know you want it so beg for it.”
My pride and dignity were on the line but my need to feel his dick in me
trumped everything else. The hell with it, I’d deal with my ego issues
later. Now all I cared about was addressing this overwhelming desire,
this craving, this NEED I can’t even begin to explain to have a dick
inside of me. Heck, I really didn't care whose it was at this point.
Like, the fat janitor could have walked in right now and I would’ve let
him fuck me.
God only knows what I might do at a time like this if one of those cute
boys in my class somehow wandered in - I was in that crazy of a mood –
dying to be fucked and not caring who or even what fucked me. Shit, a
stray dog could have wandered in and I would have gladly accepted his
dick. I mean, I was like THAT horny at this moment.
Fortunately Mr. Eisenberg’s cock was available so none of those
ridiculous thoughts which were weaving their way through my sex-crazed
mind ever had a chance of happening – not that they really ever would but
when I get that bizarre you never know what I might do.
“Oh god, yes! Fuck me!” I cried out as I felt his dick beginning to
finally penetrate me.
He didn’t say a word as he yanked my panties roughly to the side and
slipped himself in me. YES!! Finally I had what I wanted and that was
all I cared about at that moment. My legs automatically wrapped
themselves around his waist as I tried to pull him even tighter against
me, wanting ALL of his dick in me, craving every inch of that wonderfully
erect cock.
As he fucked me I could hear myself babbling on about how good it felt in
me, how I wanted him in me so badly, begging him to fuck me deeper and
harder, and on and on in an almost non-stop litany of dirty slutty talk.
He seemed to love it and the nastier and filthier I got, the faster and
harder he fucked me. It’s funny how some men want the sweet innocent
girl when they fuck me but then others seem more turned on by the dirty
whore persona. Without any doubt, today Mr. Eisenberg was definitely
into the whore side of the equation!
“Shit... I’m gonna cover you all over with cum,” he announced,
repositioning himself in preparation for pulling out me so he could spray
me god only knows where when he came.
Well, NOT if I had anything to say about it.
“No!... cum inside my cunt,” I said between gasps as I struggled to
breath.
“Oh? So the whore wants me to stay in her, eh?” he replied with an
almost evil expression, “Then beg for it whore, beg me for my cum, tell
me how badly you want it in your nasty wet cunt.”
At this point I was beyond caring anymore about my dignity or self-
respect. After all, what more could I do that would make things any
worse than they already were? Let’s see... so far I’d given in
completely to his demands and while I’d never admit later that I’d
submitted myself to him, I was certainly going along with everything he
wanted. In for a penny... in for a pound as they say. Why not finish it
the way he wanted?
“Oh Mr. Eisenberg, I want to be your fucking whore... fuck me... mate
me... cum inside of me dammit,” I begged, “I want to be filled with your
hot cum, feel your sperm in me.”
It wasn't just an act – I WANTED him to cum in me. Had he known just how
badly I wanted it he might’ve taken more advantage of the situation as I
would have done about anything, promised about anything, committed myself
to about anything, anything to long as he stayed inside of me and let me
feel him cumming in me. There’s something so frustrating, so empty when
a man pulls out in the middle of his orgasm. It’s like you’ve worked so
hard to get to that point and then suddenly it’s snatched away from you.
I wanted him to finish in me, to complete what he started, to give me his
adulterous cum – the cum that SHOULD have been in his wife’s pussy.
Indeed, I wished his wife could be here now to see her husband as he
released himself in another woman.
Mr. Eisenberg started to say something – I think he was going to make me
beg even more but his dick betrayed him and he started to cum whether he
was ready or not. Sometimes it works out for the best that men can’t
control their orgasms. He groaned loudly as he thrust his hips forward,
smashing his hairy crotch into my bare pussy as he held himself still
inside of me while his first load of cum erupted from his adulterous
dick.
“Oh god!” we both cried out simultaneously as he jerked involuntarily
with each ejaculation.
As for me, I just laid back on his desk and concentrated on the faint
blooms of warmth that followed each of those mighty thrusts, trying to
imagine his cum spurting from the end of his cock into the depths of my
warm dark pussy. My hand was on my pussy and I was so close... so close!
“Oh fuck!” I moaned as it was my turn to cum.
He had stopped jerking but he held his spent dick in me as my pussy
spasmed around him, pressing down on him as if it was trying to milk his
dick to draw every drop of cum from him. I laid my head back on the desk
and closed my eyes, just lying there still as he held my legs up and
pushed himself in a little more to keep his deflating dick inside of me.
God I loved this feeling and despite everything it was all worth it just
to be able to experience it yet again. It was the closest thing I can
imagine to being in heaven as I laid there while my orgasm surged through
me while a man’s dick filled my pussy, surrounded by his fresh cum. My
boobs were about to explode with pleasure as I held onto them like a life
preserver as he rubbed his crotch up against my hyper-sensitive clit. Oh
yeah, this was what I lived for... this was what I craved and would do
anything for – even whore myself for if that’s what it took.
Finally I started to relax and when I opened my eyes I saw him staring at
me, smiling with this ridiculously wide grin on his face. He pulled
himself out of me, allowing my legs to drop and hang down from the edge
of the desk. I didn’t have the energy to sit up yet so I just laid
there, most likely looking like some whore in a porn film with my cum-
drenched pussy wide open for him to see and my pointed boobs laying out
for him to enjoy.
About the only thing that could have possibly made it better would be to
have his wife walk in now and see the results of his handiwork laying out
on his desk. His wife knew full well as a result of our trip to
California what I slut I really was so I doubt it would’ve really
surprised her all that much to see that it was me on the desk. After
all, he would’ve had to be pretty kinky to want to fuck any of the other
teachers.
“C’mon, get dressed. I need to get home before someone starts wondering
why I’m so late,” he said abruptly.
Typical man. While I could’ve laid there for a lot longer, rubbing
myself just enough to enjoy the feelings that were still flooding me,
he’s done his thing and now he was ready to leave. I managed to somehow
stand up and for a moment I had to hold onto the edge of the desk as I
felt a little disoriented and dizzy.
“What’s the matter, did I fuck you too well?” he teased me.
Somehow I don't think he was joking as he seemed quite proud of himself.
Shaking my head, I tried to ignore him as I straightened out my bra and
buttoned my blouse. The feeling of the soft bra interior against my hard
nipples made me shiver and then I started to fix my panties back in
place.
“Don't bother.. give them to me,” he demanded. I looked at him with a
questioning glance, not quite sure what he meant.
“Give me your panties... their mine now,” he said more forcefully this
time as he held out his hand.
At this point I wasn’t in any mood to argue so I slipped them off and
handed them over to him. He put them in his pant pocket for god only
knew what purposes later. In spite of everything I couldn’t help but
think of how many guys have asked me for my panties over the years – and
they always wanted the dirty ones!
No doubt I could make a fortune on-line selling my panties. I’d have to
buy enough so I could wear a new pair every day and then mail them to yet
another “customer” when I took them off at the end of the day. In fact,
at one point I’d actually considered it but it seemed too creepy in the
end.
With my outfit (sans panties) back in place, I checked myself out in a
mirror on hung the wall and realized my hair was a total disaster. Mr.
Eisenberg was in a rush to leave but I couldn’t go walking around the
school looking like I’d just had sex – even if it WAS the truth. Nobody
should be around but then you never know. Knowing my luck the head
Pastor would be walking around.
“Well, I’d say you passed your performance review today,” he said but
then he added, “But just barely. I think we’re going to have to keep a
close eye on you for the time being so don't be surprised if I call you
in more often to discuss how you’re doing.”
I suppose later the full impact of what he’d just said would sink in
later but for the moment, all I wanted to do was get out and go home. As
I started to regain my senses, there was this sense of revulsion rising
in me because of what I’d just done. All I wanted at this instant was to
put as much distance between me and him and his office with that damn
desk as possible. Grabbing my purse, I left his office without another
word and headed for the parking lot.
On the way I passed my classroom and the thought struck me as to what my
students would think if they knew what a whore their teacher had been
after class today? Well, actually they probably wouldn’t have understood
it in the first place but I knew their parents certainly would. God, if
word of what I’d just done ever got out... I’d be finished forever so far
as teaching was concerned. Sure, his career would be in ruins as well
but I didn’t give a damn about him. It was MY career that I cared about.
Chapter 4 – The Drive Home
==========================
As one might imagine, on my way home I was having a horrible time
concentrating on my driving. No jury in the world would convict me for
being an emotional wreck? It seemed one minute I was confused, then
excited, disgusted, thrilled, horny, and even angry. Heck, sometimes it
was a mixture of them at the same time like when my pussy was still so
worked up it would almost cramp but yet I was yelling at myself for being
such a fool. No doubt more than a few people driving by must have
thought I was a little “touched” as some of my “discussions” with myself
became quite animated!
To top it all off, my cell phone rang and I saw it was Riley calling me,
the guy I’d been dating lately. My first instinct was to ignore it but I
hadn’t heard from him in a few days so I was anxious to talk with him
again. Taking a deep breath, I answered it as calmly as I could. Riley
asked me how my day had gone and then mentioned that he’d been hoping to
catch me after school but I didn’t come out with everyone else so he was
just checking to see if I’d been at school today and if everything was
alright.
Just my luck, the one day he makes it to the school all week and what am
I doing but getting laid by my boss in his office. God, what could I say
to him? Obviously not the truth! Oh sure, I could just picture me
saying something like, “Sorry Riley, I had to stay after today so my
married boss could fuck me silly on his big desk.” Actually, the very
thought of it sent shivers through me and my pussy actually got that
tingle it gets when I’m really horny.
For the briefest of moments I flirted with the idea of saying just that.
Who knows, maybe Riley would like me better if he knew what a slut I was.
If I put out for him the way I just did for Mr. Eisenberg, would he be
more interested in me? Thankfully common sense prevailed and I simply
told him I’d had to stay after work for a performance review – which
technically wasn’t a lie. OK, so I didn’t bother to mention what skills
of mine had been reviewed!
“Yeah, those can be a bitch,” he commiserated with me, “Man, I can’t
believe he made you stay after work on a Friday though.”
Fortunately we were on the phone and he couldn’t see the sly grin on my
face when I thought about just how “hard” Mr. Eisenberg’s dick had been.
“Well, I think I made a pretty good impression,” I said, smiling to
myself at the memory of the look on Mr. Eisenberg’s face when I started
sucking his cock and then later when he was cumming in my pussy.
God, if only Riley had even a hint of how horny it was making me by
talking to him about this! Without really thinking about what I was
doing, I put the phone on speaker and used my hand to pull up my skirt so
I could reach my crotch – nice and bare now as my panties were in Mr.
Eisenberg’s hands – literally most likely.
Riley started to talk about the weekend and what plans we both might
have. By the time he got around to asking me out Saturday night I
already had my fingers working my pussy and I pulled them to my mouth and
tasted a little of Mr. Eisenberg’s cum that had drained from me during
the drive so far.
Mmmmmmm, I wondered what Riley’s dick would feel like in my mouth and how
my pussy would taste after he’d cum in me?
So far Riley and I had barely even kissed, let alone anything more, but
at this moment had he been in the car driving with me in the passenger
seat I had no doubt what I’d be doing. Traffic or not, I’d have my head
in his lap sucking that dick he’d been hiding under his jeans from me.
Regardless of my befuddled emotions, my body was craving more sex and I
would’ve loved to have him pull over to the side of the rode and fuck me
right now. He was still jabbering away when a quick gasp escaped my lips
when my clit caused me to jump involuntarily after touching it on just
the right spot.
“Hey, you OK?” he asked, breaking off from his discussion about the lack
of good movies playing over the weekend.
Once again I was sorely tempted to respond with something like, “Oh I’m
fine, just got my skirt up and now I’m masturbating while I’m driving and
talking to you. By the way, how would you like to fuck me right now?”
Once again common sense came to the rescue so instead of saying what I
WANTED to say, I brushed it off as being something to do with the heavy
traffic. That sort of backfired as Riley then said he would call me
later so I could concentrate on the road. Little did he know the real
reason for my lack of concentration!
After he hung up I continued to masturbate as I drove. As I’d feared, by
leaving the school so late on a Friday afternoon the traffic was
miserable. It was pretty much stop and go but on the positive side it
gave me plenty of opportunities to touch myself without having to worry
about my driving. There were a few times when I would get myself rally
going and the guy behind me would honk when the traffic started moving
and I didn’t notice. He probably figured I was on my cell phone and not
paying attention. Maybe he would’ve been a little more understanding if
he knew what I was really doing right in front of him.
As I touched myself I couldn’t help but think about what I was doing and
WHY I was doing it. The reality of my situation was beginning to sink
in. Wow, how had I allowed myself to get to this point? Here I was,
sitting in rush-hour traffic with one hand under skirt playing with my
freshly fucked pussy after allowing my boss to fuck me so I could keep my
job. Whew! Just saying that in one sentence was enough to run me out of
breath!
Looking back, when I entered his office I knew deep down that he would
likely fuck me before I left. If I was honest with myself I knew that
while I had every intention of making him work for it, eventually I would
be giving in to him.
As much as I would like to have blamed hormones and allowing myself to
get carried away under the circumstances, there was no escaping the
reality that I went into his office of my own free will with the
expectation that he would fuck me. Not only had I reconciled myself to
being fucked, as much as I hated to admit it I also knew that I would
probably enjoy it more than I should but that wasn't really too bad a
thing to hope for.
Maybe I had been trying to convince myself that it was just something I
had no choice about. Perhaps I was guilty of rationalizing everything I
the name of my career. Still, regardless of WHY I allowed myself to go
to his office, what I honestly never anticipated was how I would react to
the situation once it got started. Even when I allowed myself to think
about it, I never pictured myself being the aggressor or begging for
anything. If anything, quite the opposite. HE was going to be the one
to make all the first moves. HE was going to be the one to beg to fuck
me. HE was going to be the one to plead with me not to tell his wife.
There was something in the idea of him being the one that wanted it the
most that made it seem OK for me prior to our meeting.
So what excuse did I have? Sure I hadn’t been laid for almost a week but
still, it wasn't like I’d been celibate for a month or more. I’d
masturbated as usual this morning so it wasn't like I should have been
TOO horny, even though I’d skipped my usual lunchtime “break” because I’d
been so nervous about the upcoming meeting. There was nothing I could
point to that I could say made me WANT to go to his office, that was for
sure. It was what happened once I was there that mattered.
Basically I have no logical excuse for my reactions. I guess there are
just times when your body needs something and it forced you to do
whatever it takes to fulfill that need. Sort of like when I crave a
particular flavor of ice cream and end up searching every grocery store
for miles until I find it.
Something in me just snapped when I walked in. Maybe it was seeing the
photos of his wife and family, almost like they were watching as their
dear husband and father committed adultery yet again with me. Maybe it
was the sight of his erect dick – something that almost always turns me
on given that it’s hard because of me. OK, so maybe I’m just a slut and
I like to be fucked – sue me.
With all the starts and stops I never made myself cum on the way home but
time certainly went by a lot faster when you’re fingering yourself while
waiting for a long stoplight! Finally I was home and I couldn't wait to
strip and lay in my bed and finish myself off. Actually, what I ended up
doing was filling the bathtub with hot water and bubble bath soap.
Mmmmmmm, it felt so good to relax in the hot water as I played with
myself.
After I’d finally gotten myself off and felt a little more calmed down, I
laid out on the couch and waited for Kristi to get home from wherever she
was. I’d decided to tell her what happened and get her reaction – as if
I didn't know already what it would be. She would undoubtedly encourage
me to do him again and frankly, at this point the idea didn’t bother me
anymore.
If anything had come out of my “performance review”, it was acceptance of
my situation. Why fight it? Why not enjoy it? While I wasn't going to
seek it out, the thought of my next “review:” no longer repulsed me.
Hmmmmmm, I started to wonder what I should wear to the next one...
something a little more interesting under the conservative teacher outfit
might be fun.
Oh well, I guess I'll just have to wait and find out when the time comes.
THE END