By day, Ginny was the prim and proper first grade teacher at the local elementary school. By night, she was his nasty whore.
Maybe it was because no other man in town could bring himself to defile their child's teacher. Or maybe she was just sick of dealing with a daily grind punctuated by innocence and Sesame Street.
He didn't care. As long as she kept his balls empty, and did what she was told, he was happy to give her what she wanted.
Several times a week, she would remove her skirt and flouncy blouse uniform for him, and he would make her beg him to do really bad things to her. No matter what his mind conured, she always eventually did it, as her need to be dirty won out over her sensibilities.
Tonight, he was planning on breaking new ground.
"Take off your clothes, Ginny."
"Can't you do it, please? " she asked, giving him the smile that probably made the kiddies all go running to their seats for her.
"Why should I be the one to do it?" he snickered. "You're the one at my house asking to be fucked."
He watched as she stripped out of her knee length, white cotton skirt (which had an ink stain), and her rose-speckled top.
"Get down on your knees," he commanded her, and watched as she dropped.
Walking up to her, he reached behind her head and removed her hair clip, allowing her honey brown tresses to spill down over her shoulders.
He cleared his throat, letting her know that he wasn't going to be patient with her. In response, she did as she had been trained. In no time, she had his erect cock pulled from his fly.
He never took his clothes off when they were together.
"You know how I like it," he gave her a crooked smile.
She licked her lips to wet them, and then slid his cock all the way to the back off her mouth, holding it there, and swirling her tongue, round and round.
"All the way," he told her, voice low. "Don't you make me do it for you..."
Ginny looked up at him as she pushed herself all the way down on his cock. He sighed as he felt it pop into the back of her throat. With a hand on each of her ears, he held her there, until she began fidgeting with need for air, and tears began welling in her pretty blue eyes.
He pulled out to let her catch her breath, and then grabbed her hair and pushed her face lower, onto his balls. "Clean them."
Her sweet little tongue flicking all over his nuts felt like heaven.
"What would the parents say if they saw you now?" he asked, voice ripe with condescension. "Would they go to the principle, and clamor to have you removed, because you are a bad influence on their children? Or, how many fathers do you think would have you bent over your desk taking their turn, at next parent-teacher conference?"
He pulled her head back by her hair, and waited for a reply.
"All of them?" She answered the last of his questions in her quiet, inside voice.
"And you'd deserve it, too." He lifted her by her hair, and led her over to the dining room table. "They'd bend you over just like this..." He pushed the small of her back forward, until her body rested over the wood surface.
He watched in amusement as her hips began to wiggle, anticipating a fucking. "What's this, Miss Ginny?"
He tried her cunt with his index finger, and found it sopping. "What kind of woman are you, already wet thinking about a line of daddys waiting to pump their cocks into you?"
He stared at her glistening pussy, and found himself wondering if all dirty little teachers shaved themselves bare.