Intro: The exploits of a man whose given name fit him perfectly, Randy, and he certainly was that. He was a high-school history teacher and coach until he hit the lottery and retired early at 52. While he was not averse to returning flirtatious quips from the girls in his classes, he did avoid giving in to the urge, telling the more enticing of them to, "come see me after you graduate." Some did, but these stories deal with his life after hitting it big and building two houses; one along a river bluff 45 miles inland from the Atlantic Ocean and another on a secluded portion of the Northern Outer Banks, both equipped with playrooms. And he still had over a hundred million to spare. All characters are 18+ years of age and fictional. All stories can stand alone, but reading the series gives added insights and descriptions as it unfolds.
Synopsis: Mixed-race, former student seduced into rough sex and bondage by former teacher.
November, 2015 -- River House
The weekend with Averie (see the previous story) had awakened something deep inside of Randy that had been dormant for years. The yearning to get off by aiding, and sometimes forcing, women to orgasm. Averie, as he expected, had not felt the need to return after their weekend together and he was fine with that. After all, that was her choice to make, not his and he believed strongly in free will. He never got into the master/slave aspect of sexual relationships, although he did enjoy being in charge. Even so, every time he passed the bar where Averie worked, he felt a twitch in his cock and as a result he had not returned.
He now found that he had to try to keep himself in check when encountering women that he did not know; so that he did not make advances on women that might not be receptive. He always tended toward those with whom he had some prior knowledge and an innate notion that they desired to be shown; maybe even to be taught. Sometimes he thought of it as giving them their release. Struggling to keep himself in check was especially true when he spent time at his Outer Banks house and would go out for a meal or to a store. There seemed to be no end to the MILFs and younger women running around the islands who caught his eye for one reason or another. The fact that he had always steadfastly avoided becoming involved with a female who was attached to someone else was something that helped him try to keep himself in check. He constantly looked for rings on fingers before engaging in conversations; beyond the fact he had no desire, he just didn't want to deal with the hassle that lurked with extra-marital affairs or boyfriends. There were too many willing singles out there that could be had. This had only failed him once in his life when he had hooked up in Boone, NC for a one-nighter with a married woman who hadn't worn her wedding ring. Weeks later, when he considered calling on her, he by chance stumbled onto the fact that she was married and dropped all thought of a continuance. That was nearly 25 years ago.
He was home at the River house and it was the last week of October. It had been nearly two months since his weekend tryst with Averie. He needed some blank DVDs, flash drives and a ream or two of printer paper for the house, so he stopped in at the local office supply store. After browsing around the aisles and picking up his items, he headed for the register. As he was passing the printing center up front, he heard a female voice calling "Coach! Coach!" Having been a former football coach as well as a former teacher, he always looked around when hearing that, regardless of whom the person might be calling to.
He turned his head to find a mixed-race young lady rushing headlong toward him and his cart, so this time he was the one being called upon as he recognized her immediately. She was all big, dark eyes framed by long dark hair and then she arrived, she squashed her tits against his chest and hugged him tightly. He hugged back on his former student back and said, "Hello Persia."
"It's good to see ya! How ya been?" she beamed at him as she began to break the clinch and he let his hands fall from her back and lightly brush her firm, round ass.
She didn't react or turn away from his touch as she looked up into his face, the top of her head not quite reaching his chin and he said to her, "I've been well Persia, how about you? You work here?"
"Yeah, been here 'bout a year. It's a decent job. Got to support my baby." She then turned to her co-workers in the printing center and, still with an arm around his waist called out, "Y'all, this is the best history teacher, ever!" and they all laughed, as did Randy and Persia.
He had heard about the baby, she had given birth a few years after she graduated, which meant the baby would be in first or second grade by now as she had to be about 27 or 28. They spent a few minutes conversing, with Persia reaching out to touch his hand and then his chest as she talked of her life since school and inquiring about his retirement and what he was doing with himself. He glanced as she reached out her hand to grab his again, checking her fingers, but there was no ring.
"I bet ya out there chasing all dem ladies aren't ya," she laughingly teased.
"No Persia, I just keep to myself," and she cocked her head at him with a disbelieving look.
"Un-huh, sure ya do. Wait right here a sec before ya go check out."
He waited by his cart as she rushed back to her station and retrieved her phone, bringing it back to show him pictures of her little girl, also obviously mixed race and he asked, "Are you married to the father?"
"To Alan?" she smiled wearily and replied firmly, "No."
Randy's eyes went wide as he connected the dots and realized that the Alan she spoke of was a white guy who also was a former student. "You mean Alan from class?"
"Yeah well, I like dem white boys. Still do," and she winked at him.
Randy laughed and looked around to see if anyone was listening in on the conversation, "Ooookay," he drew out the first syllable as he noted that no one seemed interested in eavesdropping.
Persia continued unabated, "I don't know what it is 'bout 'em, but sometimes I jus' can't help myself."
Randy chuckled and sensed that she was interested in more than just chit-chat, but was uncomfortable in broaching it out in the open here in the store. He needed a more intimate setting like a booth or table for two in a restaurant.
She then rescued him from his deliberation. "Look, I gotta git back to work, but don't be no stranger and you come see me when you come back in, okay?"
"You bet," he said as she reached out to hug him, and he felt her intentionally grind her boobs into him again as she rocked herself from side to side.
They bid their goodbyes and he went through the checkout and left, thinking of how long to wait until he returned to the office supply store on the chance that she might be working. He had made the leap to Averie the month prior and had decided he was too old to give a damn about a negative reaction to and advance.
*
A week later, he stopped by in the late morning, ostensibly to buy some pens and found her again behind the printing counter. Persia greeted him just as effusively as before and beamed when he asked about her daughter. They made small talk for a few minutes and he determined he would put it out there for her to accept or bat away.
"So, what time do you get to take lunch?" he ventured.
She smiled a crooked smile, looked just below his beltline and answered, "Eleven-thirty. Why? You buyin'?"
"Well, yes. I was gonna get lunch here in town and thought maybe you could join me." And he named a sandwich shop not too far away.
She accepted without hesitation. It was 11:15.
