Dirty Slut Teacher Sex

I walked into the computer lab at 5:30 to see Ms. Briggs grabbing her jacket and purse and get ready to leave. It was pretty late in the day to find a teacher still at School, in fact we were probably some of last people still in the building. I looked her up and down. Ms. Briggs taught computer class as well as being our gym teacher and as such she had some meat on her. She was in her mid thirties and was starting to develop that big teacher’s ass but she had some serious muscle underneath. You could tell she was fighting it. She went on every long run the girls class had and she was pretty fit but her ass didn’t stop getting bigger. Her tits were about a C although it was hard to tell under the sports bra. Her hair was long, curly and covered in way too much hairspray. It was a style that probably popular when she was in college and was most likely the last remnant of when she was young. Still, she was pretty in a girl next door kind of way and full lips in her great smile. So between her cocksucker lips and her big ass and tits, she was probably a jerk off Fantasy for a lot of guys at school.

“Hi Sam,” she said when she saw me. ” How can I help you?”

“Hi Ms. Briggs. I was wondering if I could ask you something.” she put her stuff down and sat her ass on the edge of her desk.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Are you wearing any underwear right now?” I asked with a smirk on my face.

Ms. Briggs went rigid. “Excuse me? That is a completely inappropriate question!”

“That’s true. But it’s still far more appropriate than what I saw you doing on your desk five minutes ago.” I closed the door to the classroom behind me and let it sink in.

“What did you see?” she asked suspiciously.

“I saw you getting fucked by Tyson Brakken right there on your desk. Your legs were spread wide and he was between them. Take your shirt off.”

Her wide eyed Look of shock stopped now. She knew she had been caught fucking one of her students. She knew this could end her career and she wasn’t excited or amused by it. Pulling her shirt over her her head her face went dead, complacent and she knew she had little to no choice in the matter. She had gotten herself into a lot of trouble now.

“Are you blackmailing me?” She dropped the t shirt to the floor. I honestly hadn’t given it much thought.