Subject: Compromises (MF, oral, mast)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: September 11, 2009
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Summary:
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:
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 along 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 cold 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. He’d 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...
“Hmmmm, 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.
Mmmmm, 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 laying 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 hard?” 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. Mmmmm, 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. Mmmmm, 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 any more.
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. Hmmmm, 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
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