SUMMARY:
White teacher is blackmailed by black student with big cock.
Thanks: To goamz86, Robert, and Wayne.
Submission School: Black-Maled
I was grading papers a couple hours after school when everything fell apart.
It had been a long week. Parent teacher interviews are always exhausting, grading Shakespeare essays are always tedious (the majority of the students not remotely able to properly write an essay, let alone a Shakespeare essay) and to top it all off my daughter had been acting very strange of late. She had been coming home late, dressing much more provocatively and hanging out with the cheerleaders, which was strange because she had mocked them throughout high school for being uppity bitches. She had always been a mid-nineties student who usually just focused on her studies and getting into Harvard and avoided all the high school drama.
Now, before I get too carried away with the incident that changed my life, I should tell you a bit about myself and my family. I am thirty-nine, have been married for nineteen years, have two children, an eighteen year old daughter, Sophia, and a sixteen year old son Derek. My husband works in the oil industry and is often gone for weeks at a time, making me essentially a single mother at times.
I'm not complaining though, my kids are both very good kids. Sophia has already been named Valedictorian for this year's graduating class, has already been conditionally accepted at Harvard and has a summer job already lined up working for Governor Daphne Green.
My son Derek is a great athlete and will likely get a baseball scholarship once he graduates, although he also plays hockey so his options are very open. He also is academically gifted although not quite at the same exceptional level as his sister. While Sophia has the higher grades she is more reclusive (or had been until the past week), and Derek is a lot more popular. He has charisma, is funny and yet has a great heart about him.
I have always been a bit of an enigma myself. I have a great heart, I am compassionate and I love teaching; yet, I have also learned as a teacher it is easier to come on strong and back off later than try to gain power in the classroom after things go astray. Thus, although most kids like my class and me, some kids don't like my rigour and high expectations (especially in a continually more and more watered down education system).
Anyway, the point was I lived a normal upper-middle class life, with my too big for the four of us house, a nice SUV vehicle, a cabin at the lake and all the electrical gadgets needed to survive the 2015 world.
That normal life was turned upside down in just a few seconds when Jordan, a black student who was a bit of a handful (no future pun intended), sauntered into the room with his usual smug smile on his face. He closed my classroom door which was the first warning of what was to come.
I said, thinking it odd, "Please keep the door open, Jordan."
"Oh, I think you will want it closed," he said, smiling rather ominously.
"I won't ask you again, Jordan, please open the door," I ordered, my tone one that implied this was not up for debate. I was tired, cranky and not in the mood for any sort of power play between teacher and student.
"Whatever you wish," he shrugged, his smug smile somehow smugger than usual, as if he knew something I didn't.
He opened the door, and began walking to my desk as I asked, "And what brings you to my classroom at this hour?"
"You know my girlfriend Trisha?" He asked. A strange question since she was in the same class as him.
"Obviously," I said, annoyed by his smugness and silly question.
"Well, it's about your daughter," he said, which quickly got my attention.
"What about Sophia?" I asked, not remotely ready for what he was about to reveal.
"She's a lesbo," he said.
"Excuse me?" I asked, assuming and hoping I had heard him wrong.
"Sophia likes to eat pussy, well at least black pussy," Jordan said, smiling. "I can't say if she likes snacking on white cunt too."
"That is enough," I said firmly, standing up.
"I just thought you would want to know that your good girl daughter is also getting an A-plus in cunt munching," he continued, clearly enjoy himself.
Feeling incredibly uncomfortable suddenly, I demanded, "Jordan, leave now."
He chuckled, "For a smart woman, you are kind of dense."
"I have had enough of this young man, I will be having a talk about your behaviour with Principal Adams," I threatened, not used to having a student challenge me.
"If you say so, Mrs. Barber, but I think you may want to see this before it goes viral," he said, ignoring my threats, as he pulled out his phone.
Angry, I snapped, "There is nothing you can say or show me that will change my mind."
He laughed as he showed me the picture on his phone. "Wanna bet?"
My face went white as a ghost as I stared at the shocking photo. It was without a doubt my daughter between the legs of Trisha in a cheerleaders' outfit licking the black girl's vagina.
Smugly, Jordan made it worse, as he explained, "This is just a picture capture from the video that was filmed of your daughter servicing Trisha. But they say a picture is worth a thousand words, although it seems to have left you speechless."
"What do you want?" I asked, sensing that he had ulterior motives.
"I thought I was supposed to leave," he said, clearly enjoying the quick power shift that had transpired.
"Please, close the door," I said, my head spinning with the shocking revelation as I tried to both come to grips with it and try to find a way out of it.
"I thought you wanted it open," he said.
"Jordan, please close the door," I repeated, completely deflated.
"Actually, I think you can close it," he countered, enjoying his sudden power over me.
"Fine," I tersely said, going to the door and closing it.
"Good girl," Jordan purred, his condescending tone pissing me off, yet not wanting him to see me rattled I tried to play it cool as I returned to my desk.
"So what do you want, money?" I asked.
"God, no! I am pretty sure my dad makes more than you and your husband combined," he pointed out. Just another rich kid who now had no ethics or morals.
"Then what?" I snapped, unable to control my bubbling anger.
"Well, you, of course," he answered.
"Excuse me?" I gasped, even though I understood what he was implying.
"Do as I tell you and the pictures and video of your cunt licking submissive daughter won't go on the Internet," he explained.
"That is blackmail," I said.
