The School For Scandal

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Like most of us, I get a lot of junk mail. It’s usually pretty easy to spot, so I don’t even give it the courtesy of opening it. I just file it in the waste basket. But this piece was different. It said it was from the Ministry of the Interior of one of those tiny ethnic states that emerged from the wreckage of the former Soviet Union. It was addressed to Professor William Kearns, which I assumed was me, even though I’m not a professor. I’m not even a teacher, at least, not any more. You see, I was a high school English teacher some thirty years ago, in a wealthy suburb of New York. At least I was until a jealous colleague blew the whistle on an affair I was having with a student. She was over the age of consent and I could have fought it, but, to keep it out of court, and the newspapers, I agreed to step down and give up my teaching credentials. So, it was something of a surprise that I got this letter, asking if I was interested in teaching English to students in Europe. Having spent most of my adult life in the retail trades, how could I dismiss an opportunity to teach again? I answered the letter, fully aware that, once they uncovered my past, I would be shot down. Surprisingly, it was not, and with their return to my reply was a roundtrip airfare. After arranging for a few days off, I found myself meeting with the Headmistress of a small school, located in a 12th century castle. She was attractive in an austere way, mid-thirties, her black hair swept back into a bun. She wore a black, form fitting Bolero Jacket. She reminded me of Robert Palmer’s backing singers. “Professor Kearns, do you find our offer acceptable?” she said, as I sat across from her massive desk. “Quite!” I replied, “But I must say I’m surprised mersin escort that you singled me out. I haven’t taught in thirty years!” Her lips curled in a slight smile. “We are aware, Professor, of your record.” “And you want me anyway?” I replied, the surprise showing on my face. “That is precisely why we want you professor.” She answered, the smile broadening, as she spoke. “There is one other part of the job that I didn’t mention in my reply letter. Not only do we want you to teach these girls how to speak flawless English, but we want you to teach them all about sex.” My jaw dropped. “You want me to teach them English and to fuck them on the side?” “Not just fuck them, Professor. I want you to teach them how to use their charms to extract information from men… and women.” I was stunned! The contract was for a year, renewable at their pleasure, and the remuneration package was more than I would make in two years at my present job. How could I possibly say no? “You will take your orders from me! You will do exactly as I tell you, just as your students will do exactly as you tell them.” She said as she stood up from her desk chair, removing her jacket. “And we will start with you pleasuring me… orally.” The scope of her order hit me as she arose. Her outfit was nothing more than a bustierre. Her breasts, hidden before by the jacket, sat proudly on the half-bra, her nipples dark and hard. Even more striking was the fact that the bustierre sat on her hips, covering nothing below her waist. She walked around the desk, positioning herself in front of me, legs, stretched and spread before me. I slid off the chair, dropping to my knees and crawled forward until her neatly trimmed black mersin escort bayan bush was inches from my face. “Show me what you can do, Professor!” she said. I pressed my face into the warm flesh between her legs, breathing in the perfume of her sex. My tongue licked tentatively at the outer lips of her cunt, tasting her. An involuntary moan escaped my lips as she grabbed my head, pulling me tight to her already moist opening. I flicked the tip of my tongue against her prominent clit. Rolling her hips, she ground her wetness against my face. Looking up, past the carpet of black curly hairs, I could see the triumph in her eyes as my tongue delved between her weeping cunt lips. Lapping up her musky juices, I concentrated on making her cum. I moved my head slightly upward, wrapping my lips around the hood of her clit, slipping, first one, then two fingers up inside. Palm up, I curled my fingers inside, caressing the tight wet, walls with my fingertips. The pressure on the back of my head and the rolling of her hips told me that I was on my way to fulfilling her growing need. My free hand reached up and clutched at her left breast, her turgid nipple hard against my palm. Rasping my tongue against her sensitive nub made her moan as her thighs clamped against my ears. I could no longer hear her moans, but I could feel them, and continued my attack, churning her cunt with my twitching fingers, while slurping at her swollen clit with doggy style kisses. She went rigid, pressing her hands on the back of my head while her thighs squeezed against my ears in an almost painful, vice-like grip. Her juices ran down my fingers, across my palm. I let go of her clit, sucking on the ultra-tender, weeping flesh escort mersin of her cunt, drinking down the reward for my efforts. Her iron grip on my head relaxed and her professional demeanor returned as she panted, “Well done, Professor.” Returning to her seat, she pressed the intercom button on her phone. “Olga, see that Professor Kearns gets to his new quarters.” Then added after a short pause, “And make sure he is welcomed properly!” Before I could get up off my knees, a tall, chubby, but proportionate blonde walked in. Wearing knee socks, a white blouse, a loose necktie, and a blue plaid skirt, she looked as if she was auditioning for a porn movie. My already hard cock twitched in anticipation as she took my hand and helped my stand. She took the hand directly to her mouth, sucking the headmistresses cum from my fingers. Leaning up slightly, she kissed me on the mouth, snaking her tongue between my lips, letting me taste her boss again. “Welcome to our school, Professor.” she said in slightly accented English, adding “If you’ll come ziss way please” I followed her to my new quarters, enjoying the view from behind, her ample hips churning, making me wonder what she looked like naked. After a short walk across the castle courtyard we came to my room. I was pleasantly surprised at how large the room was, and at the presence of a queen size bed. Olga turned and said sweetly, “Here you are professor. Is there anything I can do to make you comfortable?” Smiling back, I replied, “I don’t know. Is there anything you want to do?” Staring at the bulge in my pants, she said, “There is actually.” She dropped to her knees, unbuckled my belt and let my trousers drop around my ankles. “I’ve been dying to taste this since we met in the Headmistresses office.” Fishing my cock from my boxers, she kissed the head, licking off the precum that had formed earlier. I watched, mesmerized by her technique, as she alternated kissed, sucked and licked, all the while maintaining eye contact with me.

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