Can I See You After Class? Part 3 free porn video

"But I want you now!" Savannah moaned.

She said it less like a petulant teenager, and more like a jilted lover. As the weeks in April wound down, I started to notice a profound confidence in my new partner, as if fulfilling her lesbian desires finally brought out something buried deep inside the shy girl who once stumbled her way through an awkward confession after class.

Was her confidence really bravado masquerading as something more? If so, I didn't have the heart to tell her. The past few weeks had been the best of my life. Without him knowing why, my husband and I had been having the best sex of our life. Little did he know that in my car after class, at hotels we rented by the hour, and even in our own marital bed, Savannah and I were engaging in every kind of lesbian sex forbidden to me in more than a dozen years of marriage.

Just like myself, Savannah turned around completely. Instead of being the sullen, almost-emo chick with the hidden tattoos behind the pouty lips and dark brown hair, she seemed to covet a new kind of attention. I would be lying if I didn't feel a bit jealous, as if an increase in her self-esteem would somehow push her away from me. It seemed to be doing the opposite. The eighteen-year-old became more and more brazen about our relationship, almost as if trying to get us caught. The last time, we had sex in my car, parked in the faculty spaces, where any of the other teachers might have noticed.

She gave me a sultry, pouting look. I knew my conference period was ending soon. She should have been in English, but it was May of her senior year. No one in their right mind busted a senior for anything so close to graduation; the administration simply counted them present with a thankful heart and a blind eye.

That I had written her pass after pass, excusing her from class and tardies, had not gone unnoticed. I dropped enough hints about her particular situation to let most of the staff complete their own conclusion. I wouldn't explicitly say it (because it wasn't true), but everyone assumed Savannah was pregnant and consulting the health teacher about all the options available to her.

I felt a little guilty about that. I mean, I didn't start the rumor or anything, but I didn't really know another way to deny it. I stayed noncommittal, I mean, they knew she wasn't coming to hear my talk about the different options in contraceptives. There wasn't really any reason for anyone to need their health teacher, other than being in some sort of trouble. It didn't help that she recently broke up with her boyfriend under mysterious circumstances.

"Miss Reese," she said softly, her lips pouting as she nibbled on one finger.

She knew how much it turned me on, hearing her address me like a teacher, feeling like the powerful one who decided the way everything went. Truthfully, our relationship had developed a special sort of give-and-take, where we both took turns being dominant and submissive, depending on what we were feeling. But she could always play the innocent schoolgirl so well...

And it always drove me crazy.

I shook my head.

"Not right now, I have class in six minutes..." I protested as her lips worked their way around my neck.

She was dressed modestly, wearing a long-sleeved black and white dress that I knew covered every inch of her tattoos. Her breasts seemed to stretch out the fabric, even though their size was underemphasized in the conservative dress. Like usual, I wore an almost knee-length skirt and matching top, with no panties.

"Miss Reese," she said again, seductively nibbling my ear. "I've just been feeling so confused about everything. I don't even know if I like boys... what kind of things can just girls do together?"

"Oh god... Stop, Savannah..." I gasped as she bit gently on my collarbone.

Her hands worked their way under my shirt, working her way underneath my bra which supported breasts even larger than hers, feeling my nipple piercings with a thumb and forefinger. She tugged at the new jeweled ringlet that hung between each large nipple, causing me to moan a type of consent. Even so, even as I felt my pussy starting to tingle with anticipation, I became conscious of my surroundings. I had a class... in maybe two minutes!

"We can't..." I begged.

She only moved my shirt up, revealing my tight stomach, and my breasts, which were spilling out of my now uneven bra. She pushed her dark brown hair out of the way so she could bend down and place her lips on my hardening nipples. I sucked in a giant breath of air, wondering if I had even bothered to lock the door as Savannah worked her fingers in between my legs, tracing up my thighs until she felt my nearly hairless vagina.

My lips spread instantly as her middle finger almost tickled my clit, moving softly around in almost perfect circles. She teased me for a few seconds, her tongue working on every inch of my large areolas. Her lips pulled gently on my piercing, stretching the skin pleasurably as I felt her middle finger nearly enter me. And then she had me. I moved down a little, adjusting myself, willing to let her finger fuck me in the classroom, even if every one of my students got to watch.

"Bing... Bing.... Bing.... Bing...." The bell signaled for my next class.

"FUCK!" I hissed, my hands quickly pulling up my bra as Savannah pushed down my skirt.

"I'll write you a note..." I said absently as my mind tried to shift gears.

"No need..." Savannah said, almost sprinting toward my desk.

At first, I thought she planned to grab a pass from my desk. The thing must have been constructed during the Truman administration. It weighed too much to even slide across the classroom, which was truthfully why I had left the fucking thing in the corner. Most of the teacher training advised staying in the middle of the action to better monitor students, so I usually didn't spend much class time working at it.

"What are you doing?" I hissed.

"You'll see..." she said seductively.

Most of her legs were exposed as she slid herself comfortably into the middle of my desk. I could see her knee-length stockings, along with the bottom of her lacy red thong. She adjusted her dress, almost needlessly as no one could see her, and looked up at me.

"Savannah! What are you doing?" I said, almost panicked.

"You'll see..." she said.

"You can't..."

"I'm not leaving, Miss Reese," she said. "Do you really want the next class to find me underneath your desk?"

"So get out!" I almost yelled.

"So stop talking to me!" She mimicked my tone. "And be sure to sit down now and then..."

I didn't really have a choice, not that I really wanted one. The door was locked, so I knew students were already lining up outside the classroom. Another minute or so and the tardy bell would ring. After that, it would only be a matter of time before Principal McAbee noticed a bunch of seniors milling around their health class and found me arguing with the girl hidden underneath my desk.

"Shit! Alright, just shut up."

I went to the door and opened it, hoping my face wasn't flushed with excitement or embarrassment. I needn't have worried. Even as I addressed most of my students by name (like the training said to) most never even bothered to look up as they came inside. Teenagers are incredibly self-absorbed, and anyone who thinks differently doesn't really remember being eighteen.

Was Savannah any different?

I like to think so. But then again, I was seeing someone through glasses as rose-colored as her panties. Maybe it's the strife that naturally afflicts anyone who dares to be different than heterosexually vanilla. And maybe that's the price many of us pay for our differences, as if being fulfilled sexually requires derision, to the point of being divorced from regular society.

After all, if we wiped away the social norms and expectations, wouldn't bisexuality be the preferred sexual preference? To be able to enjoy sex with anyone, male or female, shouldn't that be something coveted to the point of jealousy? If not suppressed, what man would not want his woman to love the same sex? Only normativity, social pressure, and downright prudishness kept every sort of sexuality in the closet.

Still, there was a certain sense of shame at this affair. I was hiding it from my husband and the entire school. Not to mention this class, as they filtered into their seats, not knowing that a girl crouched underneath their teacher's desk.

Savannah picked the perfect day to do this, which probably wasn't a coincidence as she had the class earlier. I walked around the desks, passing around the worksheet which I hoped would occupy them the rest of the period. It was a Friday, and little was expected from seniors already accepted to college or already convinced of its needlessness.

Despite my best misgivings, I did not spend the class period walking around and keeping my students on task. Yes, I knew it was wrong, but something about hiding Savannah under my desk appealed to the desperate slut inside of me. I knew what was going to happen once I sat down in my chair, once I spread my skirt and legs for her, and I did it anyway, knowing she would make me cum in front of my class.

I picked up a pen, and made as though to start going over the many papers already on my desk. I didn't have to wait long before her head started moving between my legs. I gave a meek resistance, trying to close my thighs as her hands held them apart. It didn't take much, just her finger sliding up and down my pussy underneath my skirt.

I opened my legs, allowing her lips to start delicately sucking on my clit. She almost nibbled, and it was all I could do to stop from screaming. I absent-mindedly started sucking on the end of my pen, biting down as her tongue started moving in concentric circles right above my aching lips. I wanted more and more and found myself lifting my legs up over her shoulders as discretely as possible.

I looked around the class. None of my students seemed to be paying any attention to me, or their assignment. I relaxed a little more, letting my left hand dip underneath the desk to direct Savannah as she worked her tongue a little lower than I needed in the moment. I knew my face went flush and wondered if anyone could notice my cheeks redden, my breathing becoming heavier, and my whole body starting to shake under the table.

"Mhmmfph!" I bit down my lip to stop from screaming.

Scott, the student closest to my desk, stirred from his nap at my noise. He looked back at me, and I tried my best not to give any indication of pleasure. I made some random marks on the paper, pretending to grade, trying to look as boring as possible, as this beautiful young girl had her way with my clit underneath my desk.

Deciding I was up to nothing interesting, Scott returned his head to his desk, and I saw again that no one was paying any attention to me. I put my thumb into my mouth, my teeth making impressions in my skin as I tried to control my emotions. Savannah had me right on the edge, I could feel my legs rise up even higher under the desk, allowing her even more access to my pussy. She went a little higher, kissing the red landing strip above my clit, obviously knowing from experience how close I was and trying to drag out every moment.

I adjusted her again with my left hand, forcing her roughly into the perfect spot. She lapped at me with a renewed enthusiasm, knowing she had me at her mercy. Her lips pulled at my clit, putting most of me into her mouth and she licked almost everywhere. I let out a soft moan, without being able to check if anyone noticed. I closed my eyes, my legs shaking, my whole body begging for release.

I couldn't control it... and I didn't want to. I was going to have possibly the biggest orgasm of my life, right here in front of my class, with one of my students pleasing me in front of the rest. And I couldn't care... not about anything except finishing right here and now.

My whole body started to writhe, even as I did my best to control it. My right hand forced its way on my desk, holding on to keep myself from spasming. My legs tried to close around Savannah's head, and again her hands pushed them apart, causing one of my knees to bang loudly against the desk. My head tilted back, and again I bit down my lip to stop myself from screaming with pleasure as my ass bucked back against my chair. Savannah grabbed onto my thighs, keeping me from sliding backwards in the rolling chair and exposing myself in front of the entire eighth period.

I did my best to keep my eyes level as the orgasm started to ebb and I became suddenly aware of my surroundings. I put down my hands down on the desk, as Savannah gingerly ran her tongue over my pussy before giving it one last loving kiss. Trying to regain my composure, I squirmed a little in my seat, running my hands down my skirt so that I could stand up.

I looked around, none of my students had even looked up. A large group had moved their desk together in the back of the room, bullshitting about god knows what. The rest were asleep or glued to their phones. I probably could have screamed like the scene from Harry met Sally without them noticing. But I felt too sensitive to go another round, even though part of me badly wanted to, and knew if left to her own devices, Savannah would have me cumming again.

The last ten minutes of the day seemed to drag on. I circled the room a few times, pretending that I was interested in making sure everyone had done their work and waited for the bell to ring.

Finally, it happened.

"Bing... Bing... Bing... Bing..."

"Have a good weekend, " I managed, turning away as if even making eye contact with another student would reveal everything that happened under my desk. Finally, the last student left and I shut the door, slinking down onto my ass, my hands clutching my face as I considered what I had just done. There was a post-coital sense of shame, a second of introspection about just how far I was willing to push this outlandish sexual behavior. But this evaporated in a second, as Savannah popped her hand out from underneath the desk, beckoning me back for another go.

"Okay... once more... then we need to behave until I get you home," I said.

"Aww..." Savannah said. "But Miss Reese, being bad is so fun!"

"One more..." I said. "Until I see you tomorrow night. Matt should be working late."

"Miss Reese..." She went further into her innocent schoolgirl routine. "Can you show me a little more. How might people of alternative sexual persuasions find sex pleasurable? I'm just so confused..."

After nearly a month of being intimate with her, our relationship had certainly developed far past the teacher/student dynamic. Yes, there was the age disparity, around fifteen years, which led her to lean on me as more of a counselor and confidant on almost any issue bothering her. But strangely enough, I found myself easily sharing with her the details of my marriage, the problems with having a more conservative partner, and the difficulties about retaining a monogamous relationship in spite of my inclinations to the same sex.

These weren't easy issues to talk about in my circle. A sexual need not being fulfilled, no matter how essential to your happiness, is always looked as either trivial or somewhat sinful. I mean, especially given that the friends of mine, even the bi girls I fooled around with on the volleyball team, had all moved onto to steady careers, happy houses, and their demonic spawn, who had turned into soul-sucking creatures that turned their lives into one big buzz-kill.

Adults get so focused on juggling these responsibilities while planning for the future that the simple emotional needs of the present get overlooked. They are so tired, that each conversation takes time away from their chief priority, making you feel like a distraction.

Not Savannah...

She listened to me whenever I talked, as long as I wanted to talk. When I was with her, I felt like the only person in the world. She actually turned off her phone, put aside her issues, and listened... None of the trite, snarky, and condescending advice given reluctantly by old friends to try to shake you off the phone with the simplest platitude. She didn't usually have advice, just sympathy. She cared enough to be concerned and knew enough to be quiet when she didn't have enough to add other than her understanding. It was some sort of arrogance that arrives innately with age, where experience creates the idea that no matter your inexperience, impatience, or involvement, reaching a certain milestone has granted you a special relationship with the almighty that conveniently allows you to feel superior to any friends seeking solace.

Savannah... she wasn't like that at all. And I didn't think it was just because she was younger, or less experienced. It was something special about her, that would have been special even had she been ten years older. Did she know what it was like to date a younger girl while being married? No... but neither did my other friends, only they would have added judgment, or at the very least advice. She never tried to do more than tell me that she cared about me, and wanted me to be happy, no matter what I decided. Can anyone expect more from a lover?

So while she still loved to teacher/student roleplay, especially at school, our relationship had moved passed such an obvious cliche, without an obvious definition. The details, the dom/sub aspects, all became a regular part of our sexual repertoire, but there was more to it. The little things, small gifts (a chocolate on my desk, a gift card in her locker), the random glances, cuddling, random texts during the day and even in the middle of the night, all embodied the aspects of a real connection outside of the strange and albeit wild circumstances of our first encounter.

Was it possible to have a girlfriend and a husband? Because I certainly wanted to keep both. Sex with my husband had never been better... and yet I didn't know how to include him in this sordid secret without revealing my affair. I'm not even sure I could have come clean about a relationship with an old friend, let alone a student. And always I wondered if Savannah felt the same about me, or if this was just a fleeting story she would tell a group of younger women once she moved on from our small town.

All of these thoughts race through my head, as though the drumbeat of my existence over the past few weeks. In fact, there really wasn't a time when I was able to keep Savannah out of my head. Even with Matt bending me over in his cop uniform, my mind always drifted to her, and I wanted nothing more than to have them both use me together.

I shut the door, again assuming I had locked the door from the outside, and then almost skipped back to the desk. Free from worrying about any witnesses, I spread my legs wide, allowing Savannah some space to really drive her tongue in between my lips. I gave a gasp as I felt the blood start rushing up through me again, a growing tingle running up every inch of my body.

Then I heard the knock, little more than a rap before the door swung open. I pushed my legs down around Savannah's head as she slunk quickly back underneath the desk. I tried my best to compose myself as our Principal walked into the room.

Mr. McAbee stood a few inches taller than most of the male staff. He wore his dark brown, nearly black hair to the right side, wearing his thinning hair in a more dignified way than many his age. In his charcoal grey suit, Liam McAbee strode in as an impressive figure, bearing strong arms, a large chest, and little in the way of the belly that usually accompanied men his age. Despite being in his early forties, there was definitely something alluring about Mr. McAbee, even if it was just because he was my boss.

For me, there was always something about a competent manager. You know, the type of guy who actually gives a shit about whatever he's doing. It doesn't matter if he's in charge of flipping burgers or running the next important archaeological dig, that passion always transferred to me. Give me a guy who cares about something... no matter how stupid or small... and I swoon.

And here was a man who genuinely cared about educating kids...

"Mrs. Reese, I wanted to talk to you about your contract for next year," he said, taking a seat casually in the desk in front of me.

Despite the fact that it was designed for a student, he someone managed to perch himself on the top and maintain an angle that exuded power.

"Uh... yes..." I said, collecting myself. "What about?"

"Well, it's just that you haven't responded to your evaluation."

"Responded?" I stammered, trying to avoid any contact with Savannah under my desk.

"Yes... at the minimum, you need to at least acknowledge the review. Ideally though, we would like to see an actionable plan for Ms. White's feedback from your two observations."

"Oh," I said, barely conscious of what he meant.

"Here... pull up your email... I'll show you," McAbee said.

He moved back behind my chair, leaning over my shoulder to steer me through the computer portal. My heart stopped. I wondered how he could not sense Savannah cowering underneath my desk, but he just walked me through the portal. A few clicks later and I saw my portion for feedback. He moved back to the other side of my desk, and I let out a large breath, not able to believe my luck.

"And there ya go," he said nonchalantly.

"Thank you, Mr. McAbee, I'm still a little bit out of my element."

"Oh. I'm sure," He said with a wink. "It must be a big transition for you."

"Uh... so, is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Actually, now that you mention it, Mrs. Reese," he started.

"Yes?"

"I would love to see you and Savannah in my office."

My mouth dropped open, or at least I assumed it did, even as I tried my best to consider an appropriate response.

"I mean, assuming she can find her way out from under there," McAbee said.

"Uh... um... Mr. McAbee... I don't understand exactly what you mean.,," I stuttered.

"Oh... well I'll try again," he said calmly. "Mrs. Reese, I know that there is a student underneath your desk. While I am not exactly certain what precisely she was down doing there, I do have some semblance of an imagination. So I am positive it was nothing as innocuous as retrieving pencils. Plus, word around the grapevine is that you and Savannah Reinke have grown quite close."

I felt my face go flush, my eyes barely able to meet his as he finished speaking. I tried to respond, tried to give an adamant denial, but the words sounded hollow even in my own head. All he needed to do was force me to stand up, and then what? What possibly could be the explanation for a student hiding underneath my desk?

The only question was, what would he do?

"You have two options, Mrs. Reese," McAbee said. "I am going to leave the classroom immediately. In five minutes, I will have called the police. Of all people Mrs. Reese, I think you especially know what that will mean for your career and your marriage. But, I am not without compassion. If, in five minutes, you both come to my office and explain the situation... well things might be different...."

He stood up, adjusting his jacket as he did.

"Hopefully, I will see you soon," he said as he opened the door.

He popped his head back for one last word. "I'd really hate to take this any further..."

***

We never talked about being caught. It was so clear the consequences could be severe for each of us, and even though McAbee hadn't seen us in the act, there was simply no way of explaining such a compromising position. Savannah and I barely even looked at each other, as if too profoundly ashamed to even make eye contact.

But there was no question about what would happen next. We would simply have to go to the principal's office like spoiled teenagers and hope nothing too horrible happened. I felt myself on the verge of a panic attack, even as I tried to rationalize the situation. I no longer cared about keeping my job. I only wanted two things: Savannah needed to graduate without any issue, and my husband never needed to know.

Fuck this job. 

I could go back to working an ambulance, but Savannah had her whole future ahead of her.

Liam McAbee looked every bit in charge of the situation. No one else remained in the large office, not even his secretary. His feet were propped on the gigantic wooden desk, indicating a confident casualness I couldn't help but find sensual. He motioned us both in, letting us take the two chairs in front of his desk.

"So, " Mr. McAbee said. "Tell me what exactly this is."

"Umm..." I said.

"I started it," Savannah said. "I pretty much threw myself at her. But, so what? I'm eighteen. I can make my own decisions. There's not a thing you can do to us."

"Actually, no, Savannah," Mr. McAbee said softly. "Besides being in direct violation of our Code of Conduct, Mrs. Reese is certainly subject to legal penalties, should you decide to exercise your rights. There is a power dynamic that is unquestionably inappropriate. And should this come out, it is very unlikely that Mrs. Reese will ever find another job in a reputable career again regardless of the results."

I looked down at my feet.

"Mr. McAbee," Savannah started.

"Yes?"

"Miss Reese shouldn't be in trouble," she said, almost panicking. "You don't understand, I mean... it's not what you think."

"Savannah, it's okay," I said. "You don't have to say anything. I'm an adult. I made my own decisions, and you shouldn't suffer any consequences for it.."

"Fuck that!" Savannah said.

"Excuse me?" Mr. McAbee started to speak.

"No. Fuck you, Mr. McAbee," Savannah said. "If you want to fire the best teacher here, then fuck you."

"That's where you are mistaken, Miss Reinke," Mr. McAbee retained his calm. "I have no intention of firing anybody."

"Re... really?" Savannah said, her bravado suddenly gone once hope suddenly appeared.

"Really," McAbee said stonily.

I sighed in relief, before connecting the dots. No way this man wanted nothing in exchange for his silence. And I suddenly became terrified... and not for the right reason. Yes, I should have cared about this forty-something-year-old man who wanted to have his way with an eighteen-year-old girl, and I did. But more than that, I was outraged that this man would dare take what was mine. Savannah belonged to me, and the idea that this pig would try and have his way with her made my stomach wretch.

"No," I said sternly.

"No, what?" McAbee said.

"Will it bother you if I skip right to the end of your offer?" I fumed. "Did you have more build-up planned?"

"Well, I think-"

"You probably had every line planned, so that you could be suggestive while covering every last track. Maybe you should just spit it out. That's what you want, isn't it? To fuck one of your students, just because you have some power suddenly?"

Liam McAbee sat unphased in his desk, his eyebrows barely lifting in surprise at this accusation.

"Mrs. Reese, I'm afraid you have misjudged me."

'Oh?!" I said, incredulously.

"Certainly," he said calmly. "There's no need to be modest. Do you think there is a tremendous need for health teachers in Oregon? Hardly.... I might have hired a fifty-year-old man with twenty years of experience who could have also coached the basketball team. Do you think I really needed someone with paramedic experience? What, in case one of our kids had a stroke?"

I gave a deep swallow.

"Well... then.. why did you hire me?"

"Because I wanted to fuck you. Of course, I assumed I wouldn't. But I'd rather entertain fantasies about you during our professional development meetings than look at some sweaty bald coach."

"So... Savannah?" I asked.

"Oh, Savannah can leave," Mr. McAbee said. "Go on... you're not in any trouble dear."

"What are you going to do to Miss Reese?!" Savannah insisted.

"Don't worry your pretty head, dear," McAbee said.

"Go fuck yourself!" Savannah spat.

"Considering the circumstance, I doubt I will need to," McAbee said.

"Just get to it," I said, impatiently. "What do you want?"

Liam McAbee sighed, his hands moving back to link behind his head.

"You do get right to the point, Mrs. Reese," he said. "So... what do I want? I can request anything... but what do I really want? What I really want, is to feel the inside of your pussy," he said firmly, again without dropping any sense of confidence.

I wondered how many times he had used his position to elicit similar favors.

"Oh," he said, almost absently, "I guess if it would make you feel more comfortable, Savannah can stay. I never really bought pregnancy as the reason you spent so much time in her classroom, but whatever gets Mrs. Reese hot."

"Go home," I said. "It will be okay..."

"Fuck that," Savannah said. "I'll do whatever he wants you to do."

McAbee smiled.

"You really are a sweetheart and so kind to your lover," McAbee said. "But I'm afraid you are really not my type. It's nothing personal. In a few years, maybe, but I don't share your teacher's fascination with that particular power dynamic."

"Just the boss/employee relationship?" I shot back at him.

Mr. McAbee shrugged. Maybe something about being a principal allowed him to simply deflect any insult without showing any emotion. He spread his fingers innocently, in a "you caught me gesture," and something in me softened. Maybe it was that despite his flaws, this man wasn't the kind of creep that preyed on little girls.

"I've drawn a particularly fortuitous hand," Mr. McAbee said. "I could be a good guy, but what would that mean? Turning you both in? It doesn't quite strike me as the right thing to do. I could just stay silent, but of course, if anyone found out that I knew, well then I'm in the boat as you. Worse, I'm enabling my teachers to take sexual advantage of their students. And yet, oh call it a hunch... but I think there is something more here than a lecherous fling. Maybe I'm being sexist. I'm sure I would have thrown the book at a male teacher in the same situation. Still... I don't want to, and... call me selfish, but  I want something in return, if I'm stuck in the same boat. Can you blame me for wanting you, Danielle, even if it's inappropriate? Can you, Savannah? After all, don't we want the same thing?"

And something about that thought, despite the situation, struck me as unobtrusively hilarious. I started to giggle, no to laugh uproariously. Savannah seemed to freak out but not McAbee; he remained cool. He even smiled, and despite the situation, I couldn't help but notice he did have a very genuine smile.

Maybe it was some wishful imagining at first, or simply being forced to consider him in a sexual way. But he actually seemed more attractive. I had a chance to look him up and down, and realized that if I removed the man from his position, I could totally see myself doing Liam McAbee. He had broad shoulders, thick arms, and stood a good half a foot taller than my husband. It was the contrast that stood out to me, his dark hair, thick goatee, and warm features. Matt... Matt looked like a cop, and while that drove me wild, it had been more than a decade since I'd know anyone different.

So I couldn't help but laugh.

"Would you like to share, Mrs. Reese? I must say your amusement surprises me."

I caught my breath.

"It's the whole nice guy routine...fuck if it isn't working. You'll fire me if I don't fuck you, but you are too good of a guy to want to fuck the hottest girl in the school?"

He shrugged, his smile reaching up one side of his face.

"I'm sorry, Savannah, you certainly are beautiful," he said looking at her. "I'd just rather be with a woman. Call it... a natural progression."

"So... you won't tell anyone," I said.

"Of course not," Mr. McAbee said. "So long as we are in the same boat."

He stepped out from behind his desk. God... he was at least six-four, maybe even bigger. It didn't seem so intimidating, he almost naturally exuded a sort of gentleness, but now... I dropped to my knees in front of him, only to feel him pull me up by my arms.

"Not like that," he said. "Not dirty..."

He bent down to reach me, his full lips meeting my as his strong arms held me. At first, I resisted him, almost pushing away, but Liam knew what he was doing. He tugged gently at the top of my lip, then gently put his tongue into my mouth. Before I knew my reaction, I found myself kissing him back. His hands moved to my neck, gently forcing my body into his. My breasts brushed against his chest, and his right hand moved down to cup my breasts.

"Wait..." Savannah said.

"You really don't need to be here," Mr. McAbee said.

"No!" Savannah said. "If she's doing this, I'm doing this."

"Savannah..." I started.

"Forget it!" she said forcefully. "You aren't going to cheat on me, not without me."

"Honey, you don't even like guys," I said. "I can't ask you to do this."

"I think we are missing the point," Mr. McAbee said. "I'm not asking her to do this."

"I'm doing it too or she's not!" Savannah said, crossing her arms. "Besides, I've been with a guy, though I never sucked him."

McAbee seemed to consider this for a moment, his face contorted in a way that expressed his complete discomfort.

"And you want us both!" Savannah said with confidence, pushing down her black and white dress and matching bra to reveal her large C-cup breasts.

They were slightly smaller than mine, and even so, they always invoked a mixture of lust and jealousy from me. Her nipples were very small, tiny, pert little dots on her flawless skin. Ignoring McAbee, she pushed herself against me, her hands pushing up my bra and blouse. They both tangled together awkwardly, getting caught into my hair before she finally forced them off.

Finally free, my breasts stood on full display in front of my boss. He could see the ringlet piercings, with their tiny little diamonds hanging below my nipples. I suddenly felt self-conscious, especially with a half-naked teenager's perky breasts right in front of me.

God, I loved her tits.

But truthfully, despite being in my thirties, gravity had not been cruel. My breasts didn't sag or even droop, even though Savannah's bra would have popped off and shot across the room if I tried putting it on.

I felt my nipples harden as Savannah pushed her head into the space between each, giving an exaggerated motorboat to tease McAbee, her hands pushing my tits against her face. She managed to squeeze my right nipple with her hand while sucking the left. I pushed back my dark red hair to keep it out of her face as she took turns gently nibbling on my large areolas.

"Oh, God..." I moaned.

"Do you like what you see?" Savannah asked coyly.

"Mhmm."

It was the first time I ever heard Mr. McAbee speechless.

"I think you want more," Savannah said, turning from me and getting on her knees in front of him, her breast heaving up and down as she positioned herself perfectly.

"Uh..."

She started unbuttoning his belt, only to have her hands pushed feebly down. She tried again, this time letting her fingers rub through the thin fabric of his suit pants. McAbee's hardon was obvious, even as he feigned resistance. She tried again for his belt, and this time he quickly gave in, barely holding onto her hands as she undid each button and pulled on the hem of his pants.

I could just make out his head through the opening in his boxers, a large pink mushroom that seemed almost impossibly thick. In another second, Savannah had his underwear around his ankles, staring wide-eyed into his hard cock. I watched her gasp, completely overwhelmed at the size of him. Truly, he was impressive, probably even thicker than my husband, though Matt had a half-inch or so on him. Still... it was quite the piece, perfectly proportioned, with the head only slightly larger than the shaft. More impressive were his balls. I don't think I'd ever seen anything as big, and certainly I'd never noticed much about that particular part of the male anatomy. But these were impossible not to see.

Savannah started forward, her mouth almost touching the tip of his penis, as she brought her right hand around the shaft. She held it inches away from her mouth, making as if to close her lips around his head, before she looked straight up at him, her doe-eyes fluttering in front of her dark brown hair.

"Now, tell me," she said. "Say you want ME to suck your cock."

"I want you to suck my cock," Mr. McAbee said.

She took in the head, and I could see the outline of it poking against her left cheek. She pushed him further and further, until gagging halfway down on his cock. She put one hand on the shaft, giving an inexperienced stroke before trying again. She went up and down, the cock barely fitting in her tiny fist, let alone her mouth as she bobbed up and down the head.

"Give Danielle a turn," McAbee said.

"Ask me," Savannah said.

"Ask you... what, dear..." he managed as she pushed her mouth back on his dick.

"ASK me if you can fuck my girlfriend!" Savannah almost yelled. "Ask my fucking permission, and I might let you."

Mr. McAbee smiled, clearly amused by this dominant posturing. He knew he held all the power, but seemed content to indulge this girl in her fantasies. As Savannah had grown more comfortable in her sexuality, a definite dominant streak had started to shine through. At first, she had just been mirroring me, but now I knew that this was a major part of her personality. Though shy and demur in class, and in most social interactions, Savannah now knew to demand what she wanted.

And she had just called me her girlfriend.

I beamed at that. Yes, we had grown closer. Yes, I was married. Yes, I was 15 years older than her. And yes, we were being blackmailed to fuck my boss. But fuck, did I want to be something more than a fling to her. And to hear her state it so matter of factly, so possessively... it didn't matter if we fucked other people. I was hers, and she was mine in every sense.

"Savannah... can I fuck your girlfriend?" Mr. McAbee asked, failing to keep the playful mirth out of his voice.

"It's up to her," Savannah said, almost glumly.

"But there's nothing you have that I can't do better," she added.

"I'm sure of that," he said.

I stood up, sliding out of my dress, standing naked in his office, revealing the small landing strip above my nearly hairless pussy. I started to lay down on the floor when he stopped me.

"No... no... not here," he said. "I want it to be more special than that. But you can finish what Savannah started."

I sighed. Somehow, I knew it wouldn't be that easy. And somehow, I figured that two times would turn into three, and more and more until everything came out.

But without a choice, I sat my ass down on my ankles, its apple shape pushing up against my heels. Savannah adjusted to sit right next to me, her skirt still covering her hairless pussy. Without any hesitation, I took his cock deep into my mouth, Savannah's salvia already making it easier to swallow. I moved slowly at first, breathing carefully through my nose as I got more and more of him into my mouth.

I kept at it, working it slowly until I felt my nose pressed against his pubic hair. He gasped at this, clearly surprised that I had managed to fit all of him. And then it was too much, my mouth ejected him at once as I started to gag. I pulled the cock out of my mouth, my right hand moving up and down the shaft, as Savannah put her lips around the head. It was the first time I had ever shared a man with another woman, and despite the situation, I found myself unbelievably turned on.

I was jerking another man into Savannah's mouth, as her drool mixed with his pre-cum. He gave a loud moan, and I moved my head to join her. Both of us were taking turns shoving the head and as much of the shaft as we could down our throats, back and forth, giving each other a break as he fucked our mouths. Neither of us could quite fit every inch comfortably, though I came closer, but it didn't seem to matter to Mr. McAbee. He pounded back and forth just like he was inside of me, even fucking in between our cheeks in several moments when neither of us could quite take him in time.

Savannah had another coughing fit, and I knew that years of practice were needed to finish the job. Again, I deep-throated his dick while my girlfriend collected herself. With an increased focus, I bobbed up and down, not even using my hand as he fucked my throat. Savannah recovered and started licking on his large balls, even almost fitting one inside her mouth, much to his pleasure.

"Christ," he said. "Christ, I'm close..."

"Cum then," Savannah said, looking up around the balls resting on her chin.

She moved up from his balls to lick up and down the shaft as I moved back and forth. And again both of us were giving him what I assumed was the best blowjob of his life. I felt his cock start to twitch in my mouth, and readied myself to swallow every drop of his cum, and not because I felt pressured to. Again I surrendered to my inner slut, and couldn't wait to please this other person. His cock seemed to pulse with every thrust, and then he slowed down... just for a single second...before withdrawing completely.

The suddenness surprised me, and my mouth still kept its wide-open gasp as he gave himself one final stroke. Instinctively, I closed my eyes as the first stream landed on my nose, dripping into my open mouth. I risked another peek and saw that he had pointed at Savannah, shooting again, this time landing on her lips and chin. Savannah grabbed me by the side of the head and pushed her cum covered lips onto mine. I couldn't count how many times he kept shooting, only that the volume surprised me. Deep in the most passionate kiss of our relationship, I could feel streams of cum land between us, dripping down to my lips, and down my chin, with drops making their way to my breasts.

I opened my eyes, blinking back a bit of semen that had landed on my eyelashes and saw my lover looking even more beautiful. She looked like the mirror image of me, cum dripping down in lines all along the right side of her face. Savannah took a finger, and scooped some of it up, letting me suck greedily on her finger. He tasted so sweet in my mouth, and I found myself wanting more. I kissed her neckline, where a few drops had fallen, then bit forcefully at her neck.

In a second, she was on the floor, my hand working into her skirt, past her panties, moving over her lips and onto her clit.

We forget about Mr. McAbee entirely as our lips touched again, tasting his cum on each other as I slid my index finger into her tight little hole. She gasped and then arched her body as I moved my finger up to stimulate her clit.

"Fuck... Danni!" Savannah said.

"I want to see you cum, honey," I said. "I want to see my girlfriend orgasm on my finger."

"Oh, God yes..." she said. "Are, are you sure? We never really talked..."

"Of course, you're my girlfriend, and it's so hot to see you covered in cum. You are a slut just like me, aren't you?"

Her hips writhed against my finger, trying to push me deeper and deeper inside her.

"Oh, God, yes... I'm your little slut, Miss Reese..."

"And what do sluts have to do?" I asked.

"They... they... need..." The words came out in every breath, barely forming. "Ask... beg... to... cum..."

"And are you ready to beg?" I asked.

"Yes..."

"Beg!"

"Please... please, Miss Reese... please let me cum..."

"Why should I let you cum?"

"I've been such a good slut, Miss Reese," She said. "I sucked my first cock, and I can still feel semen all over my body, Miss Reese... Do I still look pretty?"

"You look beautiful," I said.

"Can I... Can I cum, Miss Reese. I'm a slut who needs to cum. I need it so bad!"

I didn't have the heart to tease her anymore, even though I loved denying her.

"Cum..." I said.

Her body pressed back against the carpet, her hips shaking as her neck arched back and to the side.

"Tell me what you're doing... tell me what I made you do..."

"You... you're... Making me cum!" She said through clenched teeth.

She rolled back and forth on the carpet, her body spasming uncontrollably with pleasure. She grabbed onto my wrist, almost as if to keep my fingers inside of her as she rode out every sensation. Then her eyes closed, her body started to relax again, and still covered in drying cum, she started to relax, her head resting against my breasts.

"Oh my," Mr. McAbee said, pulling up his pants. "I was wrong. I'll have to see both of you again... maybe tomorrow night?"

I nodded, as I held Savannah close.