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.