Classes finally finish and the hour arrives. You're standing outside Ms Blitz's office again, just waiting. Soon enough Ms Blitz comes around a corner and waves to you cheerfully. You struggle to look her in the eyes and give her a faint wave back. She laughs heartily and ushers you inside.
Her office looks much the same. Class sheets, rolls, exercise and fitness plans. A few sports trophies and shots of her in competition on various shelves. You're browsing her medals, partly to avoid having to look at her, when you feel her hands clamp down on your shoulders.
"The door's locked. It's just you and me. Ready for your first session, Marcus?"
You nod and crane your neck back.
"Just, please be gentle with me, okay?"
She tilts her head forward and presses her forehead against yours.
"Don't worry. I'm not some horny teen itching to get her rocks off. We've got all the time in the world, remember? Take off your clothes and sit on the floor with me."
You strip off and so does she. You feel a little embarrassed by comparison. You've been told you have a nice bubble butt plenty of times, but your body is very slender for a male. She on the other hand has a model physique of trained muscle.
"Don't be shy," she says. "The human body is a beautiful thing." She flexes her biceps.
"Can you imagine I tore these babies in a deadlift? Shows the importance of knowing your limits. But the body heals. Nature is a wonderful thing, Marcus. Tell me what you like about your body."
"I mean, I don't know. A lot of people say my butt is nice. You did too. But some other boys have lots more muscles so I don't know what I have to be proud of."
She looks genuinely shocked.
"Muscles aren't everything, Marcus! Fitness and appearance are not the same thing. Do you know why body builders have so much muscle? Because they eat like a trash can and do no cardio. If they went for a jog their hearts would be ready to explode. What matters is that you make your body work for you the best way it can. And you have a beautiful body, Marcus. It's why I picked you after all."
You blush and look into her eyes. There is real kindness there.
"Now get on my dick, Marcus."
You squeak from the sudden command. She chuckles and pulls you over. You find yourself sitting in her lap, her large tanned breasts rubbing against your back, and her cock nestled underneath your cheeks.
"See, I can be nice. Not like those girls. I'm glad you chose me. You would get serious rug burn from how long they'd be forcing you to your knees... Oh, what have we here? Is that thought getting you hard?"
Ms Blitz wraps one hand around your cock and strokes your face with the other.
"Tell me, Marcus. Do you want the sports teams using you as their sex toy? What about the other teachers? Actually, what if we pimp you out to the whole school?"
You groan and tremble at her touch. She lifts your butt and fishes out her own cock. She takes one of your hands and gets you to jerk her dick, while she continues stroking yours.
"Imagine Parent-Teacher nights... We could keep you under a table. Each teacher could tell your mother what they think of you as they use your slutty mouth. Then maybe she could finish up by fucking your ass. Can you imagine being ... packed with that many loads, only to be loaded up with cum from your own family?"
You spurt into her hands as you feel her organ pulse in your grip. It shoots in front of you. Her cumshots are several times larger, and travel further and faster than your own. You sink back into her embrace and try to catch your breath. She nuzzles your head before giggling.
"I'm just kidding, though. You're mine. No one else's. Right, Marcus?"
You try to catch your breath.
"Yes, Ms Blitz."
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