I'm guessing you don't want to hear about my dreadfully boring evening, how Tony attempted to entertain me with his tales of his drunken antics whilst all I wanted to think about was how much fun I'd had getting into a stranger's car and sucking their dick.
Luckily Tony's hangover meant he didn't try anything on that night. Having unfulfilling sex with his small penis just wasn't going to cut it for me anymore. As I headed to school the next day I pondered where and when I'd next get some dick. Could I disappear at lunch time, drive off somewhere, lure a lucky stranger into my car, suck him off and still make it back in time to teach my afternoon classes? Well as things turned out I didn't need to go to such lengths.
There are many challenges that being a teacher provides. Strangely one that teacher training doesn't provide for is how to keep focussed on your class when only days before one of your students had filled your pussy with their massive cock and fucked you better and harder than you'd dreamt possible, leaving you a broken, whimpering mess.
All through the lesson I could feel him watching me. His eyes replaying how he'd used me and my body for his base needs, how he'd brutally brought me to orgasm and then filled me with his cum. And he knew that he'd fucked me so well that when he wanted it to happen I'd happily let him bury his dick inside me again and again and again. I didn't have to wait long though, as the bell rang to mark the end of period he stayed behind till the class emptied before approaching me.
"And how's my favourite fucktoy today?" he asked, a sly grin on his face.
"You can't call me that here - someone might hear" I replied, trying to stand firm.
"When you agreed to be my fucktoy that meant you were mine wherever and whenever I wanted. And I want you right here and right now"
"Please not here, not in my classroom" I pleaded, knowing fine that there was no avoiding what was coming next. My eyes fell down his body to the outline of his cock as it strained to get out of his trousers.
"Look Miss Stephenson, I've checked your time table and know you've got no class now. We can do this one of two ways. You can lock the the classroom door before we get started or you can leave it unlocked. It's your call"
"We can do it after school... we'll do whatever you want. Just not here" The more I begged for it not to happen the more I wanted it.
"Ten seconds and then we start. Your choice if you want to run the risk of having someone walk in on us"
There was no escaping it. I was about to be fucked in my classroom by one of my students. And I wanted it to happen. But did I want the added thrill of potentially being caught in the act?
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