Begging For Mercy!!!

His strong black hands roamed my body while I moaned in excitement. Stripping me of my clothes, he caressed my nipples before traveling downward letting his mouth wander across my stomach, and down to my warm, slick canal. His tongue traisped across my pussy lips suckiling my juices off before spreading them wide and going to work at my clit, flicking it back and forth sending me into vibrating spasms. Inserting three fingers inside my he sent me into immediate convulsions.
Exploding, I awoke from the gratifying and pleasant dream. Sighing, I relaxed on my bed. I’d been having wet dreams of my father for the last three weeks; since he’d become my U.S. History teacher. A knock came to the door and I answered only to hear my mother on the other side.
“It’s time to get up for school. Your father is downstairs waiting for you.” She informed me, her Puerto Rican tone heavy with accent.
“Alright, I’ll be right down.” I replied, climbing out of the bed. I withdrew my sullied sheets and threw them in the hamper. I went into the bathroom and scrubbed myself clean imagining that it was my father’s hands ravaging me. My thirty-eight year old father was a sexy dark chocolate peice of a man that had spent half his years in the Navy. Chiseled and muscular in every way imaginable he took my breath away everytime I saw him. Twice a day I had to watch him swagger around the room in his tailored slacks, making me all hot and bothered.
I dressed in my black pleated mini skirt and red tank totally ignoring my undergarments. I didn’t see the point in wearing them anyway when I was just going to pull them off when my father got me horny. I’d already seen the small signs of interest in the way he looked at me when I’d sit in his classroom for studyhall, and bite on my eraser when imagining him fucking me across the desk in front of the entire classroom. He’d also make simple gestures with his hands and touch me in provocative ways. I knew he was horny as hell considering my mom hadn’t given him any in the last month. She’d ordered him to the couch whenever he did somethng that she didn’t like, and he’d been home on time every night this month. This time it was evidence that he had been having an affair. I couldn’t blame him or his mistress. He was fine as hell, and I couldn’t wait to get me a piece of his big dick.
Grabbing my bag, I skipped down the stairs, and into the kitchen where my father was sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee in his hand. Brushing my ass against him seductively, I kissed his cheek and bid him a good morning. With my mother not in the room, he skimmed a hand lightly over my voluptuous ass. My mother entered and we stood up to leave. Kissing her cheek i told her I’d be home a little late from cheerleading practice. Daddy led me out the door and helped me into his large Rover. Horny as hell I rubbed my bare ass against the leather interior of the seat, and almost came against the cold leather. Daddy climbed in the driver’s side and looked over at me.
“Are you okay?” He ran his hand across my thigh, and under my skirt just below my pussy hairs. Pressing down harder against the seat, I rocked trying to hold my orgasm in.
“I have a small ache in my upper thigh. It’s nothing that time won’t cure.” I replied, knowing that if we didn’t get out of this driveway, I was going to hop on him and ride him like it was going out of style.

Now here it is third period and I can’t keep my eyes off him.