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I walked into the strip bar. I had been in the place many times before. It had been a while, so I felt like I was back in familiar territory. The girls were hot. Then, I got the shock of my life. I was not prepared to see my son’s high school science teacher, Diane Hacker, completely butt-ass naked and spread-eagle on a side stage.
I walked past her, winked and mouthed the words, “Come see me.”
Diane turned four shades of red but didn’t break her dance routine. I took a seat in a dark corner of the bar - aptly called the “pervert corner”. A waitress took my drink order and then promptly returned a few minutes later. Seven fifty for a beer was outrageous, but the thought of getting a lap dance from my son’s science teacher made the seven fifty worth it. Diane slipped into the high back chair across the table from me, her 38D cup tits completely uncovered and with a smile on her face.
‘Would you like a dance?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I responded, “I guess so.”
“Do you come in here often?” she asked.
“Not often enough,” I replied.
The waitress stopped by and asked my table partner if she wanted anything to drink.
“No,” she replied.
“I don’t like to drink alone,” I replied.
“Ok,” she acquiesced, “I’ll take a white wine.”
“Do you think badly of me?” she asked.
“No,” I responded, “I already know that teachers are not well salaried.”
As we chatted, Diane slipped back into her bikini top.
“You can leave that off,” I remarked.
“Are you sure?” she replied.
“Yes,” I responded, “They are quite lovely.”
Diane rubbed her hands over her breasts.
“I just got them last year,” she noted.
“They’re nice,” I replied.
Diane rubbed her leg against mine and smiled as the waitress set another beer on the table. I pulled out a twenty and handed it to the waitress. As she fished for change, I told her to keep the change.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
I assured her I was.
“That was nice,” Diane remarked. “Good tippers get noticed.”
I slipped two twenty dollar bills across the table towards Diane.
“I can’t take that from you,” Diane remarked.
“You don’t dance for free,” I replied.
She took the two twenties and stuffed them into her clutch purse and set it on the table. As the dancers rotated to new stages, Diane stood in front of me and tapped the inside of my outstretched ankles with her black stiletto heels. Diane turned and put her hands on my knees, her cute ass facing me. I could see the outline of her vagina peering back at me through the thin membrane of fabric.
As the music blared from the speakers, Diane ran her hands along the inside of my thighs towards my growing manhood. She stopped just short of her goal and planted her ass on top of my lap, grinding herself against my manhood, her hands back on my knees for support. She leaned back and placed her head on my shoulder. She took my hands in her and placed them over her perky breasts. Her nipples were hard. I could feel her trembling.
“Are you nervous?” I asked.
“A little bit,” she replied.
“Why?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied, wiggling her hips while seated on my lap.
She lifted herself off of me and placed her well-manicured fingers and hands on my shoulders, as she slipped her knees on either side of my hips and settled down onto my lap, facing me. Her boobs were mere inches from my face.
“Suck on them,” she whispered, placing her breasts right in my face.
I lightly kissed each nipple and then looked up her. Oh my goodness, she had the look of a determined woman in lust. Her huge brown eyes captivated me, as did her light pink lipstick on her very kissable lips. I felt her fingers probing the waistband of my jeans. She pulled up on my polo shirt and slipped her hands up under my shirt and onto my chest. She leaned forward and I could feel her hot breath on my neck.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Diane whispered into my ear.
I had never had a stripper ask me that question. This was not just any ordinary stripper. This was Diane Hacker, my son’s high school science teacher.
“We can’t do that in here,” I replied.
“Who says we can’t?” She countered. “I can do whatever I want to do!”
“How much?” I asked.
Diane slipped a lone finger over her my lips.
“We can’t ask that question in here?” she said. “That’s illegal.”
I looked across the club, which was sparsely populated with just a few customers. Two floor managers stood by the front door, a good distance away. Diane reached into my trousers and felt for my cock. She lifted herself up just enough to unfasten my pants and unzip me. I could feel her hand slip around my enlarged cock.
“Oh wow!” she exclaimed, “You have a big one.”
Diane pulled my shirt down over my lap. She repositioned herself, between my legs, her cute ass facing me. She slowly lowered her g-string down past her ass and then past her knees. She stepped out of it and placed it on the table next to where we sat. She turned and faced me, slipping a lone finger into her completely shaved pussy.
She turned again and backed her bare ass towards my lap. As she did, she reached between my legs and felt for my cock. She positioned it right at the entry to her vagina. As I slipped into her and she pushed back onto my lap, she trembled. She slipped her head onto my shoulder, as she ground her hips back and forth, my cock buried deep inside of her. She whispered into my ear.
“Cum inside of me!”
That was all it took. As I unloaded inside of her, she held on to my neck and trembled, her other hand holding my cock in place to make sure I didn’t slip out of her as she feverishly worked her hips back and forth.
“Fuck me, harder,” she cried out. “Just fuck me!”
Diane sat forward and placed her hands on my knees, gripping them, as a massive orgasm rocked through her body. She grabbed a table napkin and wiped her private area after pulling off of me. I quickly stuffed my cock back into my pants and refastened my zipper and belt.
Diane slipped her g-string back on while sitting on my lap.
“How was it?” she asked.
“Oh, my fucking Gawd!” I replied. “Awesome!”
Diane planted a light kiss on my cheek and smiled.
“Let’s keep this between us,” she whispered. “I don’t want to lose my teaching certificate, and besides, this is just my summer job.”
I had no problem with her request.
Several weeks went by and I couldn’t wait for Open House. Diane was the consummate teaching professional. I am the pervert. She greeted me with her hand extended, as I stepped into the classroom, my seventeen-year-old son in tow.
“Hi,” Diane remarked, with a broad smile, “I’m Ms. Hacker. You must be James’ dad.”
“Yes,” I responded, “It's nice to meet you.”
We chatted about the science class, but all I could think about was our previous meeting. As we left, I turned to James and asked to go back and get Ms. Hacker’s phone number. He looked at me quizzically. I told him that I might need it if he doesn’t keep his grades up. He gave me the “please dad” look but did as I had asked.
James caught up with me as I waited outside the classroom. He handed me a slip of paper. On it was written two numbers. One was the school number and the other number had a star by it and it was annotated as her cell number. Below it, she had scribbled the words,
“Call me on my cell, any time. I’m here for you.”
I think I’ll have to make a call next Thursday.
I walked past her, winked and mouthed the words, “Come see me.”
Diane turned four shades of red but didn’t break her dance routine. I took a seat in a dark corner of the bar - aptly called the “pervert corner”. A waitress took my drink order and then promptly returned a few minutes later. Seven fifty for a beer was outrageous, but the thought of getting a lap dance from my son’s science teacher made the seven fifty worth it. Diane slipped into the high back chair across the table from me, her 38D cup tits completely uncovered and with a smile on her face.
‘Would you like a dance?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I responded, “I guess so.”
“Do you come in here often?” she asked.
“Not often enough,” I replied.
The waitress stopped by and asked my table partner if she wanted anything to drink.
“No,” she replied.
“I don’t like to drink alone,” I replied.
“Ok,” she acquiesced, “I’ll take a white wine.”
“Do you think badly of me?” she asked.
“No,” I responded, “I already know that teachers are not well salaried.”
As we chatted, Diane slipped back into her bikini top.
“You can leave that off,” I remarked.
“Are you sure?” she replied.
“Yes,” I responded, “They are quite lovely.”
Diane rubbed her hands over her breasts.
“I just got them last year,” she noted.
“They’re nice,” I replied.
Diane rubbed her leg against mine and smiled as the waitress set another beer on the table. I pulled out a twenty and handed it to the waitress. As she fished for change, I told her to keep the change.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
I assured her I was.
“That was nice,” Diane remarked. “Good tippers get noticed.”
I slipped two twenty dollar bills across the table towards Diane.
“I can’t take that from you,” Diane remarked.
“You don’t dance for free,” I replied.
She took the two twenties and stuffed them into her clutch purse and set it on the table. As the dancers rotated to new stages, Diane stood in front of me and tapped the inside of my outstretched ankles with her black stiletto heels. Diane turned and put her hands on my knees, her cute ass facing me. I could see the outline of her vagina peering back at me through the thin membrane of fabric.
As the music blared from the speakers, Diane ran her hands along the inside of my thighs towards my growing manhood. She stopped just short of her goal and planted her ass on top of my lap, grinding herself against my manhood, her hands back on my knees for support. She leaned back and placed her head on my shoulder. She took my hands in her and placed them over her perky breasts. Her nipples were hard. I could feel her trembling.
“Are you nervous?” I asked.
“A little bit,” she replied.
“Why?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied, wiggling her hips while seated on my lap.
She lifted herself off of me and placed her well-manicured fingers and hands on my shoulders, as she slipped her knees on either side of my hips and settled down onto my lap, facing me. Her boobs were mere inches from my face.
“Suck on them,” she whispered, placing her breasts right in my face.
I lightly kissed each nipple and then looked up her. Oh my goodness, she had the look of a determined woman in lust. Her huge brown eyes captivated me, as did her light pink lipstick on her very kissable lips. I felt her fingers probing the waistband of my jeans. She pulled up on my polo shirt and slipped her hands up under my shirt and onto my chest. She leaned forward and I could feel her hot breath on my neck.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Diane whispered into my ear.
I had never had a stripper ask me that question. This was not just any ordinary stripper. This was Diane Hacker, my son’s high school science teacher.
“We can’t do that in here,” I replied.
“Who says we can’t?” She countered. “I can do whatever I want to do!”
“How much?” I asked.
Diane slipped a lone finger over her my lips.
“We can’t ask that question in here?” she said. “That’s illegal.”
I looked across the club, which was sparsely populated with just a few customers. Two floor managers stood by the front door, a good distance away. Diane reached into my trousers and felt for my cock. She lifted herself up just enough to unfasten my pants and unzip me. I could feel her hand slip around my enlarged cock.
“Oh wow!” she exclaimed, “You have a big one.”
Diane pulled my shirt down over my lap. She repositioned herself, between my legs, her cute ass facing me. She slowly lowered her g-string down past her ass and then past her knees. She stepped out of it and placed it on the table next to where we sat. She turned and faced me, slipping a lone finger into her completely shaved pussy.
She turned again and backed her bare ass towards my lap. As she did, she reached between my legs and felt for my cock. She positioned it right at the entry to her vagina. As I slipped into her and she pushed back onto my lap, she trembled. She slipped her head onto my shoulder, as she ground her hips back and forth, my cock buried deep inside of her. She whispered into my ear.
“Cum inside of me!”
That was all it took. As I unloaded inside of her, she held on to my neck and trembled, her other hand holding my cock in place to make sure I didn’t slip out of her as she feverishly worked her hips back and forth.
“Fuck me, harder,” she cried out. “Just fuck me!”
Diane sat forward and placed her hands on my knees, gripping them, as a massive orgasm rocked through her body. She grabbed a table napkin and wiped her private area after pulling off of me. I quickly stuffed my cock back into my pants and refastened my zipper and belt.
Diane slipped her g-string back on while sitting on my lap.
“How was it?” she asked.
“Oh, my fucking Gawd!” I replied. “Awesome!”
Diane planted a light kiss on my cheek and smiled.
“Let’s keep this between us,” she whispered. “I don’t want to lose my teaching certificate, and besides, this is just my summer job.”
I had no problem with her request.
Several weeks went by and I couldn’t wait for Open House. Diane was the consummate teaching professional. I am the pervert. She greeted me with her hand extended, as I stepped into the classroom, my seventeen-year-old son in tow.
“Hi,” Diane remarked, with a broad smile, “I’m Ms. Hacker. You must be James’ dad.”
“Yes,” I responded, “It's nice to meet you.”
We chatted about the science class, but all I could think about was our previous meeting. As we left, I turned to James and asked to go back and get Ms. Hacker’s phone number. He looked at me quizzically. I told him that I might need it if he doesn’t keep his grades up. He gave me the “please dad” look but did as I had asked.
James caught up with me as I waited outside the classroom. He handed me a slip of paper. On it was written two numbers. One was the school number and the other number had a star by it and it was annotated as her cell number. Below it, she had scribbled the words,
“Call me on my cell, any time. I’m here for you.”
I think I’ll have to make a call next Thursday.
Wynona
- 17.09.2022
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