A Secret Affair

Romanda Clark glanced at the clock, fingernails idly tapping on her mahogany desk. She offered students that were struggling with her class a chance to ask her questions after the school day ended during a period called 'Office Hours.' In her younger days, when she'd been starry-eyed and optimistic, she'd hoped that students would take advantage of it.

Romanda had since learned better. Students weren't eager to spend more time in school than was mandatory and most days, her room resembled a ghost town after the final bell rang.

Normally she would have left by now, but not today. Part of her thought she was wasting her time, but she waited regardless.

Another ten minutes, she decided. If Haverty didn't show up by then she'd leave and wait for him again tomorrow. Perhaps he'd be more willing to 'negotiate' once she handed back the test results and he saw the bright-red '52' stamped on the front of his scantron.

Romanda had been hoping that he would realize how poorly he did without her having to tell him and take some initiative, but that didn't always happen. She should have known better than to get her hopes up.

Another slow minute passed and she reflected that it would be such a shame if he didn't show. She had worn her best lingerie today. The purple one- his favorite.

Their affair was an old one- though calling it an affair might not have been entirely accurate. It sounded too romantic. Once you stripped away all the sensual coverings, their relationship was a business transaction.

Haverty had identified that he wasn't very good at academics- keeping track of historical dates, in particular, made his head spin- and consequently, he had chosen to be proactive about improving his grades in her class. He had shown up to one of her tutoring sessions, shocking her, and asked if there was some way that he could earn extra credit.

Romanda still wasn't sure why she did what she did next. Objectively speaking, he was average looking, but he still drew her attention like a moth to a flame. She supposed that's what having a type meant.

She had made him an offer- sex in exchange for a grade boost. He failed a project? He slept with her, and in exchange, she changed his grade on the project to a ninety. Failed a test? Second verse, same as the first. Failed a paper? Sex once again.

At the start, Haverty had waited until he got his grades back before determining whether he needed the boost, but more recently he had taken to visiting her the day of the project, or before. He started with the assumption that he had failed- which, while accurate, was rather depressing. Romanda wasn't going to complain, however.

A final glance at the clock. It was three-thirty. School had been out for almost an hour now.

With a sigh, she climbed to her feet and prepared to head out. And that was when Haverty showed up, kicking the door closed behind him.

The ink was still drying on my notebook's page when I stepped into Mrs. Clark's classroom. I was vaguely surprised to see that she was on her feet. "You're not leaving, are you?"

I would hope she wasn't. As far as I could tell, my commands had taken hold and warped reality to my specifications. A check on my phone revealed an album of photo's that hadn't been there before; all of them starring a nude Mrs. Clark. Nuclear options that would destroy both of us if they got out.

If I released my stash of photo's, she would reveal how I got them. Namely, it would make clear that I had fucked my teacher to boost my grades. Such a revelation might boost my street cred, but it would definitely result in me failing the class. Depending on how it went down, it would probably result in me getting suspended and potentially even expelled.

On the other hand, if she failed to follow through on her end of the deal and I failed, I'd have to repeat the year- something I had no intention of doing. If I was going to drop out of high school anyway, the threat of expulsion would have little sway over me and I would have little to lose by releasing the photos. At the very least, she'd be losing her job. Depending on how it went down, she might be charged with having sex with a minor and other legal consequences.

The photo's ensured that it was in both of our best interests to follow through with our bargains and stay discreet- or at least, that was how she was rationalizing why she let me take nudes of her. Truth was, I wanted trophies to remember fucking her.

"I was just about to," she replied, her eyes darkening. "I thought you weren't going to show up."

I wasn't sure if it was her eyes had darkened in anger or lust, but given that she was already stripping, I supposed it didn't matter one way or the other. "I'm here now, aren't I?" My voice sounded distant to me, as though I wasn't really there. My attention certainly wasn't.

As Mrs. Clark lifted her checkered black and white shirt over her head, my eyes focused on her chest. She- and her tits in particular- had been the focus of many of my fantasies over the past year and were the primary reason that my grades were so bad in her class. I had trouble focusing on history when the sight of those puppies sent my mind straight to the gutter.

I let out a low wolf-whistle when the thirty-three year old revealed her double-D breasts to my sight. The tits were just as large as I thought they would be. She smiled as though I'd complimented her. "Like them? I wore your favorite lingerie today."

Personally, I'd rather see them without anything covering them up and I told her as much. She laughed in reply, her emerald eyes lighting up. "You're insatiable. We went a round last Thursday." Last week we had a project due on Jamestown, I recalled.

"And yet you're wearing my favorite lingerie, hoping I'd fuck you today. You're as insatiable as me."

She didn't deny it, and instead changed the topic. As she shimmied out of her pants, revealing a matching set of purple panties, she asked, "Would you like to a photo before or after?"

A moments thought had me shrugging. "Why not both? I already have a vanilla photo of you in this set. Why don't you give me a pose? Spice things up."

Romanda's eyes flickered up in thought, before she climbed on to her desk and sat back on her heels. "How's this?"

"It's something new," I said, without committing to giving her a judgement one way or another. If she wanted my honest opinion, Romanda should have glanced down. My dick was threatening to burst out of my pants.

A single flash signified the photo had been taken. Romanda relaxed out of her pose and a momentary silence took hold. I broke it by asking, "Any special requests today?"

She shot me a surprised glance, even as a hand pulled out a bottle of lube from her bag. "Are you willing to do anything extra?"

"I'm willing to negotiate," my eyes tellingly dropped to her pussy while I licked my lips. I plucked the lube out of her hands. It wouldn't be necessary if she agreed to my terms. "I'll be wanting a few extra favors from you, however."

To best make my case, I leaned in and captured her lips for a brief kiss before detaching so that she could answer. I didn't stop kissing her though- I just changed where. My lips sealed over the side of her neck, sucking briefly. Once I heard her moan, I continued downward, making sure to worship every inch of her skin that I could.

In between one gasp and another, Mrs. Clark found the presence of mind to ask, "What do you want?" She sounded breathless. I couldn't see her face from my angle, but I imagined that she was smiling.

I hovered for a second, inches from her skin, tempting her. "Not much," I said, my hot breath washing over her. "You know the girl that sits next to me? Violet Silvia? I want you to lower her grades."

I could hear the confusion in Mrs. Clark's voice as she asked, "Why? I thought you were friends. Did you have a fight or something?"

I pulled back, chuckling. "Nothing like that," I assured her. "I want you to bring her grades down so she needs a mandatory tutor. And I want you to assign me as her tutor."

A flash of clarity. "Just because you're her teacher doesn't mean that you can sleep with her." Mrs. Clark flushed upon finishing her sentence, realizing the same thing I did.

My smile didn't drop as I responded, "I think you're evidence to the contrary." She didn't respond to that, so I continued, "All I need is some time alone with her- a chance to work my magic, as it were. Even if it doesn't work, does it matter to you? You get paid either way."

Romanda hesitated. "Meddling with two students grades doubles the odds of someone noticing something's amiss, especially given that Violet isn't in on the secret like you are."

"What do you want?"

For a long time, she was quiet and I was worried that she'd reject my offer outright. It was a relief to hear her speak. "Five- no, ten- sessions with you this month. And I want you to eat me out regularly- no more of that." She gestured to the bottle of lube I was lazily spinning, before looking me in the eye. I could tell that she was steeling herself for an argument.

It must have surprised her when I gave in immediately. "Done. Do we have a deal?"

She looked incredulous. "That's it?" When I merely stared with her, she seemed to get that I was serious. "Deal."

Before Romanda could bring herself around to thinking about why I gave in so easily, I moved in. A hand yanked down her purple bra, exposing her sizeable tits and I wasted no time in diving in.

In a different situation, I might have kissed around the breasts, teasing her. In this one, my pants were already uncomfortably tight, and I had just committed to eating her out, meaning my gratification was going to be unfortunately delayed. The desire to shorten this delay translated to faster movement; rougher and more aggressive than they would be otherwise.

My mouth didn't just find Romanda's nipples- they bit in, drawing a gasp that turned into a moan as I suckled on the mammary. Before the gasp had even ended, I switched, giving her left tit a brief kiss before continuing downwards.

The next kiss landed on top of her flat stomach, just under her breast. The one after was on her belly button, and the one after on her waist. My hands hooked through her purple panties and yanked them down as well. For a second, I stared at her pussy, trying to figure out how to approach this- and how short of a time frame would be too short.

Mrs. Clark cut my musings short. Apparently, she was feeling impatient.

Her hands gripped the back of my head, fingers threading themselves through my locks, giving her some control of my movement. She yanked me forward with a whispered, "It's time to work for your grade."

I let her tug me along- having her take control simplified my decision making. Or rather, removed the need for thinking on my end. She'd let go when she was ready to move on.

Romanda was damp even before my tongue touched her, so that first lick was accompanied by a burst of flavor. 'Sweet,' was the prevailing sentiment. Every breath was accompanied by a sweet smell, every lick the same. It was about what I'd expected. Once more, I lamented that I didn't have a sweet tongue.

My tongue was aggressive. Romanda's hands chose the location, and I focused on the attack, paying less attention to her than I did my technique. Normally a demerit when it came to having sex, it proved to be a boon now- or so I presumed by the steadily increasing volume of her moans and liquid gushing from between her lips.

Lick three times, switch to swirling clockwise, counter-clockwise, back to licking, turn tongue sideways for a thinner profile and different feel, move back to swirling. The goal was to keep things varied to keep Romanda from getting used to my rhythm; maximizing her pleasure. It was inevitable that she'd eventually lead me to her clit. Sucking on it triggered her orgasm, and it was then that I found out that Mrs. Clark was a squirter.

I didn't get a verbal warning, but there were signs that I could have read. The hand in my hair released its grip, her moans picked up in volume, and her pussy- which until now had been clenching and releasing at a predictable rate- clamped down hard. Unfortunately, the signs only became clear in hindsight.

The first squirt of clear liquid hit me in the face directly; some ending up in my mouth and the rest splitting itself between my face and my shirt. The reflexive flinch got me clear of the other three sprays.

Wiping myself off, I muttered, "You could have warned me."

To her credit, Romanda looked apologetic. "Sorry," she managed to get out in between pants.

Talk was cheap. "You can make it up to me by cleaning me up." I leaned in for a kiss, and she accepted without hesitation; tasting herself without hesitation. My lips opened and so did hers. I let her tongue dominate, mainly running over my lips, cleaning up her juices. We broke and she moved on.

A kiss on the cheek was next, and once more, her tongue came out, cleaning me. She hummed in approval of the taste; a move that prompted a response from me. "Rather narcissistic don't you think?"

She pulled back and cracked a smile, "Trust me, love, if you tasted as good as me, you'd hum appreciatively too."

I was about to ask her how she knew that I didn't taste as good before I recalled that thanks to the notebook, Mrs. Clark had memories of swallowing my cum. She could probably run a comparison.

In light of that, I wasn't able to raise a coherent counter-argument and kept my mouth shut, letting continue to clean me. Soon, the discharge was replaced with saliva. Romanda didn't complain when I used her bra to dry that off as well.

It still left the issue of my shirt. It wasn't a difficult one to solve, however. I shrugged it off, revealing that I had been wearing a tank top underneath. A glance out showed that the weather wasn't bad outside, which was good. I'd have to walk home with my over-shirt in my bag.

I could probably get mom to wash it for me after- thanks to my previous commands I was her favorite child. She probably wouldn't ask me too many questions, and even if she did, I doubted she'd object given that she'd given me a tit-job earlier.

To avoid another accident, I also took off my tank top and very carefully put it in a separate pile, before also stripping off my pants and underwear. This left me nude- and it was Romanda's turn to wolf-whistle.

When I raised an eyebrow, she shrugged, seeming embarrassed. "Just returning the favor," she said, referring to earlier.

I moved closer. "If we're returning favors, then let me thank you for the compliment." My dick rested above her pussy, making it clear how I intended to thank her. Our eyes locked. Our smiles matched. I pulled back. And I thrust.

Mrs. Clark was a 'Mrs.' not a 'Ms.' She was a married woman and judging from the picture I'd seen of her family, she already had a child. It made sense then that it was impossible to compare her pussy with those of the teenagers I had fooled around with before. Most of them had, at most, one boyfriend before me.

I was expecting a looser fit than usual, but I was still taken off guard by how easily I pushed in. It was a simple matter to pick up speed.

Romanda was on her back, lying on her desk with both legs over my shoulders. The view was gorgeous.

Every thrust sent her double-D's rocketing up and every pull sent them hurtling down. It was titillating for me, but apparently bothersome for her because she lifted her hand and wrapped them around her breasts from either side, squeezing and groping at her tits, stopping their bounce.

It wasn't all bad. Them staying still allowed me to bend forward and capture one in my mouth. Thanks to how large they were, I didn't even have to bend forward that much. They only got closer as her back arched in pleasure, the feel of my mouth on her tits and dick in her pussy triggering her second orgasm.

I felt my own climax approach, and so my hands went to her thighs and pulled her closer so that my thrusts needed to travel less distance. My movements slowed, but thanks to the change, each one bottomed out in her. Still sensitive from her last climax, Romanda gasped every-time I bottomed out.

I considered pulling out and giving her a nice glazing to get back at her for ruining my shirt, but even in the throes of passion, my cooler head prevailed. Keeping this relationship low-key was in both of our best interests and painting her face ran contrary to that mission.

I bottomed out, holding her close as I came. If Romanda had any objections to me creampieing her- and the possibilities therein- she didn't raise them at the moment, instead continuing to play with her tits while watching me with bleary eyes.

It was only when I pulled out and cum started leaking out of her cunt that she spoke. "You could have warned me." Listening to her, I didn't think that she actually minded- this seemed more like a way to throw my words back at me than anything. As such, I didn't buckle.

"I would have if I was going to cum on you. Getting you dirty seems like a good way to get caught. Cumming inside you seemed much safer."

Romanda didn't object, whether due to post-coital bliss or because she agreed, I don't know. One of her fingers brushed against her inner thigh, scooping up the cum that was leaking out and bringing it up to her mouth.

I missed that first opportunity, too enraptured by the beauty of the scene to think to immortalize in film. I didn't miss the second, digging my phone out of my discarded jeans and raising them.

Romanda caught me filming and sensually raised a foot into the air, giving the camera a clear view of her creampied cunt.

The flash signified the end of the session. Once I had my clothes back on and she pulled on her dress, I felt comfortable enough to inquire about our deal.

She looked confused, letting out a small, "Huh?"

Feeling impatient, I reminded her, "The deal about Violet. You agreed to fail her and assign me as her tutor."

A light-bulb moment went off for her. "Ah, right." She hesitated- if she tried to renege, I'd be displeased. I might even have used the notebook for ****. Luckily for her, she elaborated, "I'll do it if you want it, but if she realizes how bad you are at this class, won't she suspect something's wrong if you're getting straight nineties?"

She had a point, even though I was **** to admit it. When I weighed doing some studying and getting blowjob's from Violet, however... "That's my problem, not yours. We had a deal. Will you uphold your end of the bargain?"

Seeing that I wouldn't be swayed, Mrs. Clark reluctantly agreed. Ten minutes later, I was on my way down to the library to check out some history books.

This chapter was commissioned by Barion Willis.

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