Lunch Talks

You sat back in Ms. Desra's office chair after finishing the last bite of your lunch. Opting to eat in private was the right call as you grew tired of all the attention you were getting. The joy you got from shocking people with your perversion started to fade after fourth period. Now you just kind of felt like a zoo animal whenever they stared at you.

"aauugh...Thats so good" you mutter as you are reminded of one joy that will never fade. You look under the desk and find your beloved sexual education teacher sucking your cock. After closing your eyes for a moment, you reach over the desk and grab your phone to scroll through social media. The moment you touch your phone you realize you haven't texted Mrs. Fletcher yet.

You tap on Ms. Desra's head "Hey where is your phone? I need to text Mrs. Fletcher."

She spits out your cock and looks up "Its in my purse. Please try to keep paying attention to the lesson."

"You bet." is all you say before grabbing the back of her head and pushing her back down on your hard-on.

The purse she is referring to is sitting atop desk opposite from your phone. You shift over in its direction, taking care not to slip out of her mouth. When you grab the purse a planner was revealed from underneath it. You were amused to see that the box next to each hour was filled in with 'Sex Ed w/ Mike'. Setting the purse down for a moment, you thumb through the pages and see that 5:00 am through 9:00 pm was indeed 'Sex Ed w/ Mike'. You chuckled at the wonders of the rulebook.

Eventually you put the planner down and fish through the purse. You find the phone, open her contacts, and find a number for 'Judy Fletcher'. You copy it into your phone, open the texting app, and begin typing out a list.

• 3 dildos, 3 cock shaped dildos, and 3 vibrating dildos (each set must vary in size)
• 3 butt plugs and 3 vibrating butt plugs (both sets must vary in size)
• 1 ball gag
• 1 ring gag
• 4 pairs of hand cuffs (fuzzy)
• 1 pair of nipple clamps
• 1 collar (with attachable leash)
• 1 home sex swing
• 1 sexy french maid uniform

You look over the message one time and hit send. In all honesty you weren't sure if you were even going to use most of these items. However, picturing Mrs. Fletcher walking out of a sex shop with a full shopping cart made your cock twitch. A few minutes pass before your phone lights up.

Fletcher: I'm assuming this is Michael?
You: Yup, you can text me if you have any questions while shopping :)
Fletcher: This is... a lot. Are you sure everything here is necessary?
You: Absolutely! Make sure not to miss anything. Think of it as homework. Haha
Fletcher: Am I at least going to be compensated for the cost??
You: It's your responsibility to accommodate the needs of my lesson. So no.
Fletcher: That is unfortunate... The instructions are clear except for the maid uniform's size.
You: Well you're going to be the one wearing it. So it should probably be your size.
Fletcher: Very funny. What size does it need to be in?
You: Yours. It is your job to see to my needs and I need you to assist us in that uniform.
Fletcher: This is ridiculous Michael.
You: Make sure you wear a pair of heals with it too. Rules are Rules
Fletcher: Fine...
You: Oh and make sure the swing is all set up for us. Have your husband help if you need. Happy shopping ;)

You were about to send one more snarky comment when an overpowering sensation washed over you. With your mind occupied by your conversation with Mrs. Fletcher you completely forgot about the beautiful woman sucking your dick. You drop the phone onto the desk, grab the back of Ms. Desra's head and begin pumping into her mouth. Ropes of cum shoot out from your dick and down her throat.

You watch her swallow your load and then scoot back to let her up. "I hope that was educational for you." she said as she stood up.

Leaning back in the chair, you look up and down at her naked body in all its glory. "It definitely was. Hop on the desk and teach me about female masterbation till lunch ends."