Carla Benjamin watched her second graders run out of the classroom. It had been a long hot day and she was exhausted. It shouldn't be allowed to work in these conditions. She heard her colleagues making as quick an exit as they could; nobody wanted to stay in this oven a minute longer than they had to. Carla wished that she hadn't scheduled a conference with Mr and Mrs Barton this afternoon, but she hadn't foreseen this heat wave when Mrs Barton scheduled it. Carla sighed. She didn't understand why Mrs Barton couldn't come and talk to her on her own. Why did she have to have her husband with her? It wasn't like little Jimmy was in any trouble.
She looked at the time and realised that she had an hour and a half to kill before the Bartons got there. Well, if she was going to be stuck here she had to get more comfortable. She unbuttoned her blouse and hung it on a coat hook. The pink camisole she wore underneath was silky with lace push-up cups for her c-cup tits. Carla was very proud of her tits, they were completely wasted in her career of course, but she loved to party and when she went out with her friends she always wore outfits with a lot of cleavage. She ran her hands over her tits and past her slim waste and onto her soft, round butt. At 5'7" she wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat either. She exercised enough to keep her feminine shapes and she took good care of herself, always making sure that her armpits and legs were smooth and that the little blonde bush over her pussy was neatly trimmed.
She settled behind her desk and started marking the work that her pupils had done. She only stopped to gather her shoulder length golden curls into a ponytail and then she continued. When she finished she still had a good twenty minutes to spare before Mr and Mrs Barton were due. She decided to go to the staff room to dab some cool water on herself in an attempt to look more professional once they got there. As she exited the staff room she ran into a man she'd never seen before. He was wearing a shirt and tie, but he'd taken off the suit jacket that went with his outfit.
"Excuse me," he said as he cast an appreciative glance in the direction of Carla's tits. "Do you know where I can find Miss Benjamin, I have an appointment with her."
Carla blushed. "I'm Carla Benjamin," she said, very aware of her inappropriate state of dress.
"Nice to finally meet you," said the man and shook her hand. "Jimmy talks about you all the time. I'm Ted Barton."
"I thought Mrs Barton was coming with you," Carla stammered as she made her way towards the classroom. "She was supposed to, but she's been working in the garden all day and she wasn't feeling too well."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Carla reached for her blouse as soon as they got into the classroom but Mr Barton stopped her.
"Please, don't on my account. In fact, I think I'll try to cool down a bit as well." He took off his tie and rolled up his shirtsleeves.
Carla reached for her notes about Jimmy and sat down behind her desk. She discussed the little boy with his father for five minutes.
"I don't see a ring on your finger," Mr Barton observed. "How come a pretty girl such as yourself hasn't been snapped up by some man?"
"I'm only 24," Carla protested. "I want to experience life and have fun before I settle down."
"And do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Do you have fun?"
"Yes, I do."
"What sort of fun do you have, Miss Benjamin?"
"I go out with my friends, to clubs and bars."
"And do you meet men?"
"Yes, I do."
"Do you ever let them kiss you?"
"Yes."
"Do you ever let them touch those luscious breasts that are driving me insane?"
Carla stopped and stared at him. "Mr Barton," she gasped. "This is hardly an appropriate conversation."
He moved his chair right up next to her. His thigh pressed against hers as he placed his arm around her naked shoulders. With his eyes planted firmly in the depth of her cleavage he spoke. "I can see the soft peachy colour of your nipples through the lace. All I want to do is to put them in my mouth and feel them grow hard as I suck on them."
"You're a married man, Mr Barton," Carla protested as she felt herself go wet between her legs. He may be married, but he was fairly attractive and he had a strong and hard body that she wouldn't mind getting to know better.
"Being married doesn't make me a eunuch," he replied. "I need a wife to have children and to be a hostess, but that doesn't mean that I don't occasionally get the taste for another pussy and right now I want you. Feel it."
He took her hand and placed it on his crotch. She could feel the sizeable bulge under her hand. Acting by instinct, she started rubbing it.
"Oh yeah, baby," he moaned softly in her ear as he nibbled her earlobe. "You want me too."
His hand strayed down to the zip of her skirt and he undid it. He pulled her up so that she was standing, her skirt gathered in a pile around her feet.
"Oh yessssssssss," he sighed as he saw her pink French briefs and lace-topped stockings. He pulled her camisole over her head and then placed his face between her tits, drinking in the smell of the perfume that she sprayed in that area every morning. Soon his lips closed in on one nipple and he started sucking and biting it, teasing it with his tongue. He soon moved across to her next breast and repeated the action there. Carla could feel her cunt juices acting like a waterfall as she held on to Mr Barton's shoulders just in case her legs gave way.
Carla moaned as Mr Barton's experienced tongue teased her nipples. His hands were cupping her full tits as he sucked on them. Each time he moved his mouth between her breasts his fingers started tweaking and pulling the nipple he'd just sucked. He pulled them and bit them harder and harder and Carla could feel the flood of juices that was flowing out of her pussy.
"Oh, Mr Barton," she moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck me real good."
He let go of her tits and smiled at her. "Get naked!"
He watched and kept stroking the sizeable erection in his pants as Carla dropped her briefs to the floor, revealing the furry triangle that was pointing him straight in the direction of her pleasure centre. She sat on her desk, spread her legs and started rolling down her stockings. He moaned at the sight of her moist, pink folds that were opening up for him like rose petals on a wet morning. When she was done she placed her hands behind her ass and leaned back, inviting him in. He opened the zipper of his pants and pulled his cock out. Carla smiled and licked her lips seductively when she saw the full scale of his fuck tool. It must be at least 9 inches long and very generous in girth. He pulled out a condom from his pocket and handed it to her.
With a smile Carla ripped the packaging open and pulled out the thin rubber sheath. With expert hands she rolled it on to his rod and then leaned back again. He moved in on her, his cock pressing against her wet opening.
"Are you ready to have your brains fucked out?" he smiled wickedly.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked in reply.
He didn't say any words, but his actions spoke as he grabbed a tight hold of her thighs and manoeuvred her legs onto his shoulders. With one hard thrust he was filling her hungry cunt and she gasped with surprise as his thick shaft took possession of her.
She had to support herself by leaning on her hands and he held on tight to her thighs, keeping her cunt right where he wanted her. He slammed her furiously. They both looked down and revelled in the sight of his dark rod ravaging her feminine hole. He grinned at her as he watched her tits bouncing hard from his uncompromising fucking.
Carla couldn't believe that her pupil's dad was fucking her on her desk in her classroom. The thought that the school caretaker, or anyone who'd stayed late today, could walk in on them any moment added to her excitement. Here she was, totally naked, being fucked by a man who didn't even bother to get undressed, and he was not doing anything to ensure her orgasm but she was loving every moment of it. What more, she could feel herself cumming. She knew that it was only a question of time before the constant pounding on her clit and the wonderful filling feeling of a big cock in her cunt were going to send her over the edge.
"I'm gonna cum!" she panted.
"Oh yeah," he groaned. "Cum like the little slut you are."
Being called a slut tipped the scale. She knew she was acting like one and she loved it. Her moans got louder as she passed the point of no return. Her cunt contracted hard around his still thrusting cock and she cried out as her whole body convulsed in a delicious orgasm. Her spasms had hardly subsided when he pulled out.
"Stand up and turn your back on me," he barked as he shrugged her legs off his shoulders and pulled her onto her feet. The minute she turned around he pressed her forward until her upper body was lying flat on her desk. With his foot he kicked her feet apart, opening her legs wide enough to his liking and then he slammed back into her cunt.
"Oh yessssss," he sighed. "That's more like it."
