My wife lulled me into a false sense of security. I should have know something was up when she said the kids were at her mom’s house. I should have known it was really bad when she initiated sex and made me blow my wad twice. I should have gone screaming from the room when she said, “I need a teensy, little favor.”
“Sure babe, anything.”
My wife claps her hands and says, “Excellent. Ms. Davis needs your help for six hours today and then your service hours are all complete for the year. Shave, shower and dress nicely, and yes a tie is necessary.”
I moaned all the way to the shower, all the way to the closet and all the way to the car. Ms. Davis was the school’s ballbuster. She took no crap from anyone. She never gave anyone a break, she never broke the rules, and she always made you earn everything. None of the other dads would work with her. I checked the mirror to make sure my tie was on straight and I was twenty minutes earl. Ms. Davis looks me over and says curtly, at least you wore a tie. I should explain; I mean, I think Ms. Davis would be hot, but she never shows anything other than her calves. She’s an even six feet tall, 6’3” in her black high heels, dark auburn hair, sever black glasses, and never a hint of anything else sexual. The wears the same black, navy blue, or grey women’s suit every day. About the rest of her body, your guess is as good as mine.
She worked my ass off too. I had to lug twelve boxes of books from her room to the storeroom in the basement. Then I got to lug the 12 boxes from the storeroom to her class and arrange everything numerically on the shelf. She correct papers the entire time I sweated. I finally put the last book on the shelf and I sad, “That’s that. I’m done.”
I got a sour look. “Really Mr. Peters; all the empty boxes need to go in the basement storeroom on my shelf.”
I knew better than to slack off. I arranged those boxes so neatly, everyone could see Ms. Davis’ name on them so they’d never get taken. The storeroom door slammed and I jumped a mile. Ms. Davis stood near the door. “Just what are you doing? I don’t have all day to wait for you. Get over here and explain yourself.” As soon as I got near enough to Ms. Davis, she grabbed my tie and yanked me in for a kiss. Her tongue was so talented and teasing, my dick stood at attention. She roughly grabbed my balls and hummed. “You wife said I’d be pleased, but we’ll see.” Ms. Davis kissed my neck and used her nails to make my hard on bigger. “Well you do have a nice package. Take off my jacket.” Ms. Davis turned around and ground her ass on my cock as I fumbled with the buttons and finally slipped off her jacket. “Hang it over there.” There was a coat rack and I hung the jacket neatly.
When I turned around, Ms. Davis was wearing a black leather bustier without cups and she was roughly pinching her nipples and tugging on the. Her breast were full and probably around a 34dd. “Get over her and take over for me or do I have to do everything myself?” I used both hands and was as rough as Ms. Davis was and she groaned in pleasure. “Use your right hand on my pussy. Please me like you’ve always wanted to do.” I slipped my hand between her legs to find no panties and a bald dripping pussy. I roughly rubbed her clit until she shivered a bit then I pinched and pulled on her clit until she had a small orgasm. She pushed me to my knees as she dropped her skirt. I didn’t wait for an order. I cupped both ass cheeks and pulled her toward me and stuck my tongue in as far as it would go. I sucked her clit and roughly rubbed my tongue all over her until she orgasmed again. “Get you pants off and fuck me and do it long and hard.”
I picked her up off the ground and made her impale herself on my dick she tried to bounce a few times, But I pinned her to the wall and thrust into her. Ms. Davis was whimpering, “Hard, fuck me harder!” I let her slide to the ground and entered her from behind. I was slamming my dick into her so hard she was actually coming up off the ground. Ms. Davis could take a lot. “That’s it? That’s all you have?”
I reached around and started rubbing and pinching her clit. She let out a soft moan as her legs shook. Ms. Davis tried to get away, but I wrapped one arm around her waist and pounded her from behind as I kissed her neck and rubbed her clit almost off. When she started to come, I picked her up and kept pumping her pussy until her body shivered and she went limp. The orgasm just left her drained. It was five minutes before she could stand, and all that time I was slowly pumping her from behind as she would moan or twitch.
Ms. Davis finally got on her knees in from of me and swallowed me in one gulp. She came off me and growled, “Throat fuck me like a little whore, like a little . . .” She never got another word out. I was slamming my dick into Ms. Davis’ throat and she took it all, She bobbed her head up and down until I started to cum, and I kept her head in place as I drained my balls down her throat.
I helped her to her feet and I had to hold her until she was steady on her feet. I helped her dress and she made sure we both looked as if nothing were amiss. As I walked her to the car Ms. Davis adjusted her glasses and said quietly, “I believe I may need your special services at least two or three times every year. I’ll let your wife know when I need you.”
Wifey had the hot tub all set up for me. I ran to the bedroom and got my trunks on and slid into the steaming hot water. She slipped in next to me and she whispered in my ear, “Now you know why the other dads call her a ballbuster.”
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