your favorite teacher

"Look bitch," you say to Pia, "if you wash that cum off before the end of the day, I'll throat fuck you so hard, you'll be lucky if you don't pass out for lack of breath, understand?"

"Yes," Pia said meekly.

"What?"

"Yes, sir," she said loudly.

"Good girl!" you say patting her on the head. You walk off towards the school. You remember Ms. Yvonne Warner. She was 43, divorced with a son in college. She had thick, wavy auburn hair she usually wore in an updo. She was very pretty despite a few crows feet and smile lines. He also had a nice body. She had a few extra pounds below the waist, but it just made her butt a bit more spankable. You head to her classroom. It's her planning period, and she's sitting alone at her desk, grading papers and listening to Broadway music. She's wearing a pair of black slacks and a white blouse.

You walk up to her. "Yvonne, blow job, now!" you say forcefully.

"How dare you!" she says haughtily. "Get out right now!"

"We can do this the hard way or the easy way," you say. "The hard way I deep throat you while I slap your face and cum all over your blouse. The easy way, I just face fuck you and dump my load in that gorgeous hair of yours. Which is it?"