At the entrance to the school, I already distinctly imagined how things would go on. I will meet the exhausted childish pranks, the boring work and the beggarly wage teacher, who need at least someone to break. I also had no idea how to explain the fact that instead of parents, I didn’t understand who was even a relative. In short, the evening promised to be charming.
Going into the gloomy three-story building, I found the right room, pulled the door, hoping that it would be locked. But I was not lucky. I entered the room and found there a pretty pretty young girl slightly over 20. Well, it is more pleasant to communicate with her than with any gray-haired girl.
Hello. Are you Elena Stepanovna? - I asked.
Yes.
I came about Maslov.
And ... Well, sit down. The conversation will be long, - the teacher pointed me to the first desk near her desk, and I obediently sat down on the seat.
We need to talk very seriously. Alyosha does not want to learn at all. And lately also behaves completely unacceptable. We need to somehow adjust his behavior, while we can still do something.
For a few more minutes I listened to the story told by the teacher and tried to shake my head knowingly. Then she switched to the duties of her parents (as I understood, she didn’t see them, and therefore she decided that I was a father). She talked and talked, her voice gradually became tense intonation, in speech every now and then offensive expressions slipped.
I was a little confused. What should I do in this situation. If all this had been said about me and my child, I would have sent her to three Soviet people long ago and left. And here ... the son is not mine, I have no experience of participating in such events ... I stopped to approve of shaking my head. Just sat and tried to control myself.
Admire the latest test! There's a mistake on the error! - shouted the teacher and began to dig in her bag with notebooks.
And here the most interesting thing happened. The bag fell to the floor, and, besides notebooks, new acquisitions of a young teacher apparently fell out of it: freshly bought faloimmiter, bandage, intimate lubricant and some other trifles. She started to shove everything back in a panic, but according to the law of meanness she didn’t do it well.
At this point, I realized that the baton passed into my hands, and now I will bring up. Angry with the verbal tirades that I had to listen to, I clearly and categorically stated:
Come on the place!
The teacher was frightened and asked what I mean. I repeated. She landed on a chair, her hands were shaking noticeably. And I collected all her “toys” from the floor, laid it on the table and asked:
You understand that these are not the most suitable things for a primary school teacher, and is it unacceptable to bring this with you?
She tried to object, but I ordered her to be silent and continued:
You have two choices. First: we go to the director together, you tell him your little secret and try to explain that this does not affect the children or your work. And then you tell the same thing to all parents. And the second: you promise that this will not happen again, then you lock the door and do what I tell you. You have five seconds to resolve. Next will be the first plan.
She silently sat on a chair. Then she hesitantly got up, walked to the door, turned the key in the keyhole and said quietly:
I will not be like this anymore.
I approached her, not taking my eyes off her, and unpacked the bandage. Then abruptly grabbed her hair and turned his face to the blackboard. Her heart was pounding, she was all shaking. I slowly unbuckled her blouse and bra, and then pressed my bare breasts to the board. She screamed from the cold.
My hand slipped under her skirt and tore off her panties. With the other hand, I put her wrists behind my back and tightened my bandage. And then he began to caress her pussy with his fingers. After a couple of minutes, she flowed. Her skin was covered with sweat, and quiet moans broke through her closed lips.
I opened the next box, taking out a blindfold from there. Putting the teacher on her head, I put her on my knees with another strong jerk by the hair. The next moment, my dick filled her mouth. While she sucked me, I opened a member, put grease on it and attached it to the board with a sucker.
Then I raised the submissive teacher to my feet, again pressed her into the board, tying her thin wrists to her edges, and abruptly entered from behind her hot pussy. She tried to moan more quietly so that no one could hear us, but she did not do this well. Then I bent her with a cancer with my back to the board and planted it on a rubber member, and I inserted mine into her mouth. She would sit on two cocks at the same time, and she liked it.
sex with teacher photo
Feeling that the final was close, I untied the teacher, threw his stomach on the desk and began to fuck her hard in that position. Before you finish, I again put her on my knees and rigidly pulled her mouth on my dick several times, after which the stinging white liquid flowed over her lips and chin. I pulled the blindfold off her eyes so that she could enjoy the sight. While my sperm was running down her beautiful face, I summed up:
So. First, Alexey is not my son. I'm just a friend of his parents. Secondly, I grasped the essence of your claims, and in general terms I will give them everything. And thirdly, I hope you will no longer hire such things. And it will be boring - dial me.
I put a business card on the teacher's desk and left the office. I do not know how Alesha is with her studies. But with his teacher, we have been friends for more than a year)
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