I love my kids. I love my kids. I love my kids. I repeat that mantra as I rush home from work. Between rushing around to everything after work I never have time for myself and today was no different. Tonight was parent-teacher conferences and I already had a headache. My son, just like his father, was great at refusing to do anything besides play games. It was a struggle at home and has become a struggle at school.
His teacher, Mr. Anderson, and I have been in contact through email all semester. That should calm my nerves but I was still anxious about meeting him face to face and for him to tell me how shitty of a parent I was. I got home to find my son and his dad lounging on the couch playing games. I rushed around to make dinner and clean the house before quickly freshening up and running to the school.
I pulled into the parking lot of the school at 740. I had chosen the latest appointment time at 745 so I could manage to not have to rush around so much. I check myself in the car mirror as I take the keys out of the ignition. I had freshened up my makeup before leaving the house and still had my heels and dress on from work. I didn’t look nearly as frazzled as I felt.
I walked right to Mr. Anderson’s room. I don’t want to give him any more reason to hate me. A light knock on the door to alert him of my presence.
“Come in Mrs. Remington” I hear a deep voice beckon me inside and I open the door cautiously. I’m immediately taken aback. His presence is so commanding and damn he is handsome. I’m frozen in the doorway. I notice a little smile on his face as he stands and walks towards me. He is a foot taller and with his long strides he crosses the room to me in short order. He grabs my hand “Mrs. Remington contrary to what your son may have told you I don’t bite.” With a chuckle.
“Kassandra” comes out of my mouth in a whisper. His eyebrow arches. “my names Kassandra…. You can call me Kassandra”
Mr. Anderson leads me to a chair by his desk “Sit here Kassandra” I immediately sit and cross my legs and feel an unfamiliar hum between my legs. Woah I haven’t felt this in a long time.
I clear my throat “uh Mr. Anderson…” I begin
“Kassandra. We are on a first name basis now. Please. Call me Brandon.” He interrupts
“Brandon” I look up at him and he’s staring at me. My mouth goes dry. His eyes bore into me and he rakes them up and down my body. I should be disgusted but I’m not. I feel…. That hummm…. that hummm getting more intense. I shift in my seat and break eye contact. Uncrossing and recrossing my legs.
Brandon chuckles and reaches out putting a hand on my exposed knee. The heat from his large hand felt like a jolt of electricity. “Kassandra. I know this is parent teacher conferences, but we’ve been conferencing about your son daily for months. We know what we need to do about it and we are working towards that goal. I think as a parent and a teacher we need to find a way to celebrate our achievements and let out some of our stress.”
His hand tightens on my knee and slowly slides up just under the hem of my dress. “Wha… what do you have in mind?” I stammer out as my breath quickens.
“You’re the last one tonight and in fact we have already run past our allotted time. Everyone has probably already left for the day.” His large hand sliding even further up my thigh, my legs parting on their own. “Kassandra I have wanted you since we first started our correspondence. Your an amazing woman. And you’re so incredibly sexy. The second you walked in here I knew I had to have you. Please Kassandra. Please tell me you want this too”
“Yes please Brandon. I want you” I say breathlessly as my legs open on their own. His hand wanders up and glides against my soaked lips. Suddenly withdrawing his hand he looks me in his eye and sucks on the fingers that we’re just in my pussy. He moans in pleasure and strides over to lock the door.
Coming back to me he lifts me up and places me on his desk. He leans down and kisses me. Deep and passionate. “Damn Kas. Even better than I have imagined. So sweet. So perfect.” He leans down to kiss me again as his left hand tangled in my hair pulling me in close and his right hand finds the depths of my soaked pussy. “Fuck baby you’re so soaked for me. I need you now.”
As he lets go of me to undo his pants I rush of the desk and to my knees. I need to taste his cock. Something took over me. My inner slut begging to be released pushed his hands away. He just chuckled looking down at me. “All yours Kas” I unbuckled his pants and slid down his pants followed by his boxers. His cock springing to life right in front of me. I couldn’t help it. Stick my tongue out for a taste. His precum sweet on my tongue. The taste all I needed to renew my need for him deep down my throat. Paying attention to the head making sure it was wet before working down. One hand on his waist the other cupping his balls. His dock sliding further down my throat. The next thing I knew his hands were tangled in my hair and he was using my hair to hold me still while he fucked my throat. My mascara running down my face and his precum and my spit mixing and dripping onto my tits.
Suddenly he pulled my head of his cock. “Im not cumming in your mouth today Kassandra. Im claiming your pussy. Bend over the desk” Doing as asked I bent over the desk as he lifted my dress up exposing my dripping pussy. “I’m going to fuck you know Kassandra. I’m making you mine” with those final words he thrusts right into me. He grabs my hands and places them on the small of my back with one of his large hands there and another tangled in my hair, controlling my movements. “Fuck Kassandra. I’m going to fill you with my cum.”
“Oh Brandon yes. Please. Oh God. I’m cumming.”
As I feel my pussy spasm on his cock I hear him moan my name “Kassandra. Fuck. Your mine” feeling his cum spray my insides and his grip loosening on me. His breathing heavy. He leans down and plants a kiss on my shoulders. “Hey, you okay?”
I turn around and look at him. Mascara coving my face and a big smile on my face. “Yes I’m good Brandon.”
“You look even more beautiful full of my cum Kas” he leaned down and kissed me as he pulled his pants back up. “I think we are going to need frequent meetings to ensure your son stays on track”
I giggle and look up at him “yes Mr. Anderson I think so too”
“Hand me your phone. I’ll put in my number so we can text or call. I’m sure it will be much easier than email.” I have him my phone to him as I straighten up my dress. I hear his phone ping. “Now I have your number too. I’ll message you to set up our follow up appointment. Thanks for being such a willing participant in your sons education Mrs. Remington”
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