Amy was perplexed as she returned to the classroom the next Monday morning. Her head was still foggy concerning the events of the previous Saturday night. She felt guilt and shame. She had cheated on her new loving husband with not only one person but two. For reasons she could not fathom her husband Scott did not know about it even though he was just yards away, probably for the same reason she was foggy, he was drunk.
Her shame took on a whole new set of reasons because she had enjoyed it. Yes, she had been drunk and would not have engaged in such behavior had she been sober. Having sex with Francis had been exciting even though she could not imagine ever doing it again. Allowing Blake to fuck her in her beautiful ass had been mind blowing (she had regrated this less) and she had loved it when he had pushed that big black dick up her the second time. She realized now that she would have let him fuck her great ass all night if he had wanted to. How could she be thinking this. She loved Scott with her whole heart. How could she do this to him especially with his boss. She knew the rumors at their work would be flying. Scott was bound to hear them.
She had made up her mind. She would put last Saturday night behind her and never again would she drink with Francis and Blake. She would have to see them but only if there was no alcohol served. She had made a mistake, and it would not happen again.
Amy sat at her desk awaiting her students. She was about to put her cell phone away (no mobiles allowed in class) when it began to ping. She grabbed her phone and there were already six messages there.
The first: I really want to fuck that great ass of yours. The second: I'd give anything if you would let me rim your ass. The third: I could fix it up so your husband would never find out. The fourth: I worship your ass. The fifth: you could pee in my mouth if you'd let me fuck that unreal ass of yours. Then the last one shook Amy to her core, it said your husband let you fuck his boss so why would he mind if we fucked.
This was Monday morning. It had only been one day since she had been with Blake and last night Scott had not only made love to her but had fucked her ass raw. It was wild and animalistic and had thrilled her to the core. So, how could she be getting this text. How could they know and what had they meant by "your husband let you"? Was he hinting that Scott and Blake had set her up so that Blake could fuck her ass so Scott could get a raise or something. No. He would not do that. She was the one in the wrong here and it would be awful to try and put the blame on her husband.
The classroom was filling up and as each student took their seat and looked up at Amy, she wondered which one of them had sent these messages especially the last one. She had to sit down, she felt unsteady on her feet, and she could feel her spine tighten up. She forced herself to look out on her seventeen- and eighteen-year-old students knowing that among them there were perverts and possibly a black mailer.
She glanced down at her lesson plan and realized that today's discussion was the threesome scene from Portnoy's Complaint. This shook her and she had to force herself to loosen up and be professional.
The students knew this too and were looking forward to it. Most had big smiles on their faces. Amy immediately questioned her decision to include this book for her class.
Amy bucked up and stood and held the book in her hands as she walked among the students not wanting to show any discomfort.
"Who has any comments or questions about this scene", Amy asked.
It surprised Amy to hear one of the girls speak up first.
"When the male character tells his girl friend that he couldn't have his share of pleasure because she had her face in the way. Does that mean that the girl friend had her face on the hooker's pussy"? the female student asked with a slight smirk on her face purposely trying to embarrass Amy.
Snickers broke out in the classroom.
Amy kept her cool.
"That's exactly what it means", Amy answered.
The tension was broken. The students realized that they were not going to shake their teacher. Despite a giggle here and there the class continued. Amy was even able to put the horrible messages out of her mind.
Amy finished her morning classes and went to lunch. She was not hungry, but she had to check her messages. She expected to see the regular lewd text messages but what she was looking for was that one text that smacked of black mail. And there it was. This one was in more detail and graphic and to the point. It said," what do you think teach? You let me fuck that sweet ass of yours and no one must know what a slut you are, and you like to take big black cock up your ass."
Without thinking Amy answered the text, "Who is this?"
Her phone pinged immediately.
"How many black students do you have in your senior lit class"?
Amy now knew exactly who she was talking to. It was Benny Parker. But how in the world did he possibly know about her and Blake except for the fact they were both black. She then realized they must be related.
"OK Benny what the hell do you think you're playing at?" she replied.
"Isn't it simple? I want what you gave Uncle Blake last Saturday night. I want some of that super tight ass he was telling me about. Nobody knows what a tramp you are yet but that could change in a heartbeat".
Amy could not think. Was she really being blackmailed by an eighteen-year-old student. Was she going to have to cheat on her wonderful husband again because his boss could not keep his mouth shut.
Her phone pinged.
"Meet me at the 8.0 club at five this afternoon and don't make me wait. Don't worry, it's an unknown place. Wear a hoody and sunglasses."
