I'm guessing by now you're getting a little tired of me complaining about how hard it was to teach a class with everything that was going on in my head? Well at that point if all I had to contend with was the memory of Jake bending me over and screwing me over my desk it would be bad enough, but my mind wanted to work out how I was going to find five dicks to suck over the next week and not teach the intricacies of comprehension to a bunch of uninterested fourteen year olds.
Phycologists would probably have a field day analysing my thoughts that afternoon. Had Jake knowingly tapped into my love of a challenge? Was the thought of servicing so many men a form of self-validation? Was my inner slut thrilled that it was about to be let loose? Or was I already looking forward to how good Jake's dick would feel knowing what I'd done to earn it?
I fantasized about how I'd go about the task... I imagined setting up a fake Tinder profile and going on a series of dates where I'd suck cock in return for them buying me drinks. After my fun on Sunday I could keep on visiting the gym and providing car park blowjobs until I'd hit my target - with the added bonus that after all those exercise sessions I'd be in amazing shape! Or maybe I'd just go out clubbing, let myself into the men's bathroom and blow whatever lucky guys came in. Why was the thought of having men queuing up to use my mouth turn me on so much? Would I be picky with who I chose? Would I go after hot, young, muscular studs, lustfully sucking their great big dicks until they blessed my mouth with their cum? Or would I be less discerning, seducing less attractive men knowing they would savour each and every second their cock was between my lips?
Needless to say, despite the relief Jake had provided me earlier in the day, by the time the school bell rang I was one great big horny mess. How had Jake turned giving out blowjobs to strangers the sexiest thing I'd ever imagined? I checked my watch - Tony wouldn't be home till half five, so factoring in travelling somewhere I'd have roughly an hour to find a target, persuade him to let me give him a blowjob and then perform the deed. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I gathered up my possessions when behind me I heard a knock followed by the classroom door opening.
"Good afternoon Hannah, how has your day been?" came the voice of Colin the school janitor, snapping me out of my blowjob daydreams. Despite not being on the teaching staff he'd been one of the most welcoming of my co-workers, providing plenty of advice on how to handle students. With his retirement on the horizon I knew I would miss his help and support.
"You know what, it's been pretty good," I replied, smiling in a way I hoped wouldn't give away that the highlight had been being bent over my desk and screwed by one of my students.
"Yes, that's what I came to talk about... I came to see you earlier, but there were some shall we say, interesting, noises coming from your classroom." He paused, allowing the significance of what he'd witnessed to sink in. My career, my relationship, my life could all be over depending on what he decided to do. "I've worked at this school for a long, long time you know. You're not the first teacher to give into temptation in the classroom, not the first by a very long way. We're all human after all, but I need to make sure that this was just a one off that won't be happening again."
"It was just one moment of weakness... things have been difficult at home and I needed to get things out of my system. It won't happen again." I lied, knowing fine that my body was Jake's to do with however and whenever he pleased.
"That's all I needed to know."
"Thank you," I said, relieved that things wouldn't be going any further. "Is there anything I can do to show my gratitude?"
He paused for a second before answering. "Actually yes... ever since you started working here I've been absolutely mesmerised imagining what you keep in your blouse. Would you make me a happy old man and give me a quick glimpse?"
It took me a minute to process what he'd asked, was the only reason Colin had befriended me because he was hoping one day to exploit a situation to see me topless? My mouth went dry... was he really expecting me to flash my breasts at him? He'd phrased it as a favour, but whilst he'd promised not to tell anyone about me and Jake I knew that if I didn't comply with his request my life could end up in ruins.
I didn't want to believe that Colin would get me into trouble, but I couldn't risk not doing as he'd asked. As I slowly unbuttoned my blouse I started to feel a thrill at flashing my breasts at an older man. As I let my top fall to the ground his eyes were fixed on my cleavage. I reached behind my back and undid my bra which too fell to the floor.
Colin inhaled sharply at the sight of my exposed breasts. "You might not think it looking at me now, but in my younger days I was a bit of a lady's man," he told me. "I had more than my fair share of women, but none of them had tits as fine as yours."
"Thank you," I replied.
"Would you make an old man very happy and let an old man have a quick feel?" he asked.
I knew I should put a stop to this, to draw a line as to how far this was going to go, but at the same time he still held all the cards. Meekly I nodded in agreement. With his proposal accepted Colin stepped forward and placed his hands on my tits and slowly explored them with his fingers, before he lowered his head and began to lick my nipple. Any disgruntlement I had that this was more than I had expected vanished as I sighed in pleasure at what his tongue was doing to me.
The problem with having large tits is that guys think they can do anything to them and it'll be turn on for me. The majority of men I've been with thought that roughly grabbing and pulling and biting my breasts was a sure fire way to get me going. But not Colin. Colin's tongue, lips and fingers worked with surgical precision, leaving me gasping with pleasure as my nipples were teased as they'd never been before.
