” Dad’s Fucking My Teacher ”

Dad’s Fucking My Teacher

* Mrs. Clay had a secret. No one knew about it until….. fate stepped in….*

__My name is Kurt. I work at my dad’s very private club for people with money. I worked in the food side. The other side was a dark lounge for drinking. He had me start going over there to empty trash and clean up. I wasn’t really allowed to be there with alcohol being served. That Friday night I went over to do my duty’s when I noticed a woman at the bar. She was real pretty, but had on half dark glasses. Her black hair half covered her face and was long. She had on a black suit but real low cut. She had beautiful full cleavage that showed real good. She was smoking a cigarette. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was damn sexy looking. I couldn’t tell if she was watching me or not with those glasses.

I stalled and kept cleaning things, wanting to keep looking at her. I cleaned right in front of her….and then…she smiled at me. She leaned her cleavage over real big and said real sexy but slurred: “What’s your name Kurt?”

She was drunk as hell and how did she know my name? She asked my name… ‘and‘….called me Kurt. WTF? I ask her: “How did you know my name was Kurt?” She giggled and said: “Never you mind about that, do you like my tits?”

I couldn’t say anything. My dad would kill me if I said ’Damn right I do’ to a customer like that….so I just carefully smiled at her. She said in her slurred sexy voice: “Come here Kurt.”

I stood a little closer making sure no one was noticing us. “Would you like to kiss my tits Kurt?” and pulled my head towards her tits.

I jolted back and left the bar. Drunk women are crazy I thought….but I kept thinking about those beautiful tits though. My face was an inch from them and her perfume….…where had I smelled that perfume before? That triggered my memory, and things started to connect.

I waited and then peeked around to look at her again. She was gone. I ask the bartender about her. He said: “ She comes in every Friday night, gets drunk, and I call her a cab to take her home. That’s a wig, by the way and those half dark glasses, she hiding who she is for some reason.”

Bingo….that triggered my memory. I knew who she was now, a teacher, Mrs. Clay I had in history class school. She always wore that perfume and that’s how she knew my name. She was one of the teachers all the guys talked about wanting to fuck. Well…..I was just going to keep this information to myself.

On Monday I went to her class as usual, history …boring…..I studied her face….yep that was her, now I could tell for sure. Now she had her natural light brown hair, and plain glasses and regular clothes. My plan was to say nothing and enjoy my secret information and fantasize about those tits of hers in my face. I made no eye contact with her. When class was almost over she came over and said boldly: “I want to see you after class.” Ooooo ..like I was in trouble.

Everyone left and she closed the door…and locked it. She sat me down by her desk. “Kurt, we have to talk. I just want to say that what you might have thought you saw last Friday night….didn’t happen. OK? Can I trust you to never talk about it? A teacher has to be very careful with her reputation. She can get fired real easy for her public actions. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head yes.

“If you would do that for me, I would like to do some things for you. I think…you like my tits, don’t you.” I smiled. “I would like to give you a little sample of my ‘thank you’ right now…. Stand up.”

The door had no window in it and the room windows were up high. No one could see in. She took me over to the corner and hugged me real tight. She began to whisper in my ear. (“…Kurt, I like you. I’m not suppose to, but I do. I hope you like me too. I want you to feel my tits for me now,…. go ahead.”)

She opened her suit coat up and put my hands up under her sweater.