Speak with your teacher

Overnight, Mark had devised a plan to bring more women back inside his room at the same time, all willing to drain his impressive cock dry.

The idea was to speak to as many as he could over the course of the night, inviting them back to his room for a little after party. He would supply some bottles of wine, some bottles of straight **** to allure them in. Hopefully as they all show up after dark and question why it’s just women, he would just say that the guys he invited weren’t interested or have just forgotten to show up.

That’s when he would have to work his magic. With the help of the ****, he was hoping to have these beautiful women all over him like there was no tomorrow.

Overall, he was confident this could work.

Before he could get to the big party that night, Mark wanted a chance to speak to his teacher Miss Hewitt about how he went in her exam. Guessing where she was, he bumped into her in one of the corridors outside her classroom.

Seeing her in a simple black sleeveless top and a tight skirt was enough to have him thinking about that perfect nude body underneath that he got more than a glance at the other week at the hotel.

“Hey Miss! Have you got a second?” he quickly asked her before she walked away.

“Sure Mr Rodgers,” she said, holding a lot of paperwork in her hands.

“Thanks, I just wanted to ask about the exam.”

“I can’t tell you your results yet, if that’s what you’re asking,” she said, cutting him off.

“Oh no, no I’m not asking what my official results are or anything. I just know you would have looked over my paper and I thought I’d just to ask to see if you were impressed or if I passed,” he explained.

She sighed at first, “Is that not the same as asking for your results?”

“This is way different, I don’t need to know my score or anything, just want to know if I did well,” he persisted.

“You did fine Mr Rodgers,” she said bluntly before explaining to him a hint more, “You nailed all the main concepts, I can’t say much more than that right now but when the official results are in, I’m happy for you to contact me, you have my details I’m sure.”

Mark smiled at her, still thinking about her breasts that sat firmly underneath the black top, “Thanks Miss, really appreciate that,” he told her, “You going home for the holidays?”

She nodded, ready to make her exit with the busy schedule she currently had, “Indeed I am. Will be heading back to California next week.”

It was easy to notice the difference in her tone and language here compared to the way she spoke with her partner at the hotel.

“That’s awesome, I’m from San Francisco, what about you?” Mark asked her, trying to find more about this strict yet private teacher.

“San Fransisco as well,” she said, not batting an eyelid, “Haven’t seen my partner in months so looking forward to it. Anyway, I have a ton of things to do right now so enjoy your holidays and I’ll see you first thing next semester.”

Just like that, she walked away down the corridors, the sound of her high heels clip clopping their way down the floorboards. Mark smiled, watching her ass sway. It wasn’t until a few hours later that Mark realised what she had just said.

Her partner? Haven’t seen him in months?

That begged the question of who the hell was she banging at the hotel. It sounded like she may be playing two men at the same time. A boyfriend here in Florida and one back in San Fransisco?

A very interesting discovery he thought to himself. Mark didn’t know what to make of it, he wanted to know more, maybe there was a proper explanation.

However, if not… the thought of using this as leverage or ‘****’ against his hottest teacher was something he wanted to keep up his sleeve.