Parent Teacher Conferences (Part 2)

Mrs. Wilson stared at the thick monster cock in her left hand, her wedding ring shining like a beacon of her infidelity that she chose to ignore. Even if she wanted to stop now, she wouldn’t have been able to. Something deep inside her, some primal force that had been caged up ever since her marriage, had finally been let loose. She wasn’t in control.

Mr. Davis smiled down at her sadistically as he grabbed the back of her head. Every day he had to endure Mrs. Wilson’s step-daughter Melissa and her friends dressing up like little teenage sluts to his class. Every day he had to try to not look at them as they flaunted their tight young bodies, showing off their cleavage, their asses, their bare midriffs, struggling to ignore their suggestive comments to him. Most years he could brush these things off. But not this year. Melissa was truly special, he knew that now. Mrs. Wilson had no idea that the whole “plagiarism” bit was her step-daughter’s idea in the first place…

“Open wide,” he told Mrs. Wilson.

Like an obedient teacher’s pet, Mrs. Wilson felt her mouth open, her tongue stick out. Already, saliva was pooling in her mouth, like a dog that was about to be fed. She felt his hand on the back of her head, felt his strength as he pushed her down, felt more wetness leaking down the side of her thigh. She had one last thought for her husband, noting how much longer and thicker and more perfect Mr. Davis was than him, before he was in her mouth.

She still had her hand wrapped around his shaft, and it was a good thing too. He slid himself all the way into her eager mouth all the way to her hand. It wasn’t even half of his length, but it was still enough to hit the back of her throat. She gagged and tried to push herself up off of his cock, but the teacher was having none of that. With his strong hand on the back of her head, all she could do was try her best to control her body’s reaction.

He eased up a bit, pulling his cock out slightly, before sliding it back in, again hitting the back of her throat. Mrs. Wilson’s mind was a hurricane. Competing thoughts flooded her consciousness as she struggled to not gag. How good he tasted. How much of a cheating slut she was being. How wrong this was. How right it felt. How she felt wetness pooling under her ass in the seat as Melissa’s sadistic teacher used her. How badly she wanted to be a good girl for him.

He pulled out again before repeating the procedure, hitting the back of her throat. Again. And again. And again. She closed her eyes as tears ran down her cheek, trying to relax, feeling drool drip down her chin, hearing herself making a “gyuck gyuck gyuck” sound as he repeatedly hit the back of her throat. Finally, he pulled his cock out, still holding the back of her head, as she panted and gasped for air.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he told her. It wasn’t a request. His voice had the authority of command. She looked up at him, his grip on her hair slightly painful, and meekly nodded her head. She let go of the base of his cock, and slowly put her arms behind her, gripping her fingernail into her own wrist, frightful and excited about what was to come.

He pushed her down again. This time, without the barrier of her hand, she had no way of stopping him from trying to force his entire length inside of her mouth. Her jaw was sore. The back of her throat burned.

“Relax your throat like a good little slut and let your teacher choke you on his cock,” he told her.

Internally, the old Mrs. Wilson protested. Slut? How dare he! I’m a married woman, a professional…I deserve more respect than that.

But the primal force controlling her just relied, “yes sir, anything you say.”

He pushed her down hard. The tip of his cock smashed agaisnt the back of her throat. She leaned her head back and tried to relax the muscles in her neck. She felt him push her down even more, forcing her ass up out of the chair. She could feel how soaked her cheeks were and knew her black thong and skirt were ruined. She felt the tip of his cock pass down her throat, felt and resisted the urge to gag. More and more of him was forced down, until she felt the fabric of his trousers pushing against her nose, cutting off any possibility of breath.

He held her down. One second. Two. Three. She couldn’t breath, but she didn’t even care anymore. She felt the way his cock throbbed inside her throat, tasted salty precum leaking out of him. She looked up at him with tears welling in the corners of her eyes. He wasn’t even looking at her. He had his head back, his eyes closed. She felt an overwhelming desire to please this man, to show him that she could be the perfect teacher’s pet for him. The old Mrs. Wilson was still inside her, trying to tell her to stop, that this was wrong on so many levels. But that voice was just a meek whisper now.

Finally, he let her up for air. She panted and gasped, drool pouring out of her mouth with his cock. It poured down her chin and onto her chest, soaking her cleavage. She felt the soaked fabric of her blouse plastered against her chest. She could feel the tears pouring down her cheeks and knew that her makeup must be a mess. Vaguely, the old Mrs. Wilson wondered how they would get back out to their car in this state. The new Mrs. Wilson told her it didn’t matter.

As she recovered, Mr. Davis walked calmly to his desk in the front of the classroom. His cock was still dragging a bead of drool as it pulsed and throbbed. He looked back at Mrs. Wilson.

“That’s not bad, for a start,” he told her. “But if you really want to save Melissa from getting expelled…well, I’m afraid we are just starting.”

She should have protested. She should have told him the deal was for a blowjob and nothing more. She should have gotten up and ran. Instead, all she said was, “yes sir. Tell me what to do next.”

He looked at her proudly. “Good girl,” he said. The compliment brought a new wave of heat in between her legs.

“Come up here, and put your palms flat on my desk.”

Her eyes were vacant as she slowly got up from the desk and started to obey, but he stopped her with a wag of his finger.

“No no, not like that. Crawl. On your knees.”

She stopped in her tracks. How dare he, the receding voice said. But the one in control wouldn’t listen. In fact, she shoved the old Mrs. Wilson into the cage that had held her for so long, and threw away the key.

“Anything for my teacher.”

She slowly got on her knees, and crawled towards the desk on the dirty floor, her ass sticking out in the air. She didn’t even question when he took out his phone. He could do anything he wanted to her at this point.

Mr. Davis smiled as she crawled towards him, her face a mess, her shirt ruined and covered in drool, her skirt hiked up almost over her ass. He composed a quick text and sent it to Melissa.

“Ten minutes till showtime.”

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