Mr. Jones' and Ella's heads darted in the direction of Dawson, panic gripping them both. The older teacher fumbled to pull up his pants, whilst the teen scrambled to her feet, turning her right ankle ever so slightly, her sexy high heels getting the better of her. She grimaced but remained silent. Paul Jones however had a lot to say.
"What the hell Dawson, what are you doing here?" he said angrily.
In response the coach calmly explained why he had returned to the school, how he had seen Ella enter the building, and how he had shortly afterwards followed her inside, guessing what room she was visiting.
"Mr. Jones, you really should lock your door if you're going to be carrying on with students," Mr. Dawson added acerbically.
Jones cursed under his breath, realizing his mistake. The other teacher turned, closing the door then locking it himself.
"There, that's better. Now let's get down to business."
"Business? What are you talking about Al?"
"Well, I mean now that I'm here--"
"This doesn't concern you," Mr. Jones interrupted, his demeanour remarkably calm.
"Oh I beg to differ sir. Witnessing a teacher violating a student so vilely, something must be done."
"What do you mean something?"
"Well, of course the proper thing would be to report this to Mrs. Cameron."
What little bravado Paul Jones had tried to affect rapidly vanished, the colour draining from his face. Ella was equally alarmed. She had been staring nervously at the floor as the two men spoke but now she looked up, her pleading eyes focused on the tall, handsome basketball coach-slash-geography teacher.
"Please Mr. Dawson, don't do that!" she beseeched.
Dawson saw the fear in the red haired girl's expression. He spoke smoothly, his tone and words somewhat reassuring.
"Perhaps we can make some sort of arrangement."
"What kind of arrangement?" Paul Jones asked skeptically.
"Well, if I were a part of this little escapade I could hardly report it," Dawson answered, smiling.
Mr. Jones paused, mulling over the proposal. He wasn't thrilled about the idea. Any fantasy he had ever entertained concerning threesomes never involved another man. On the other hand it would solve their current predicament. He realized however that the decision did not rest solely with him.
He turned to Ella. The teenager appeared somewhat disheveled, understandable given that a few minutes previously she was on her knees sucking her teacher's dick. All in all though she still looked insanely hot, her messier appearance adding to her appeal.
"What do you think?" Mr. Jones asked.
"Uhhh..."
The girl's mind was racing. This situation had come totally out of left field. She didn't know what to say, how to react. For several month's Mr. Jones had been the only teacher really on her mind. She had flirted a bit with Mr. Dawson, but that was just her nature. She did think he would be a pretty good lay. And Ella had to admit that fucking two guys at the same time was another item on her bucket list.
"You know you want to," Jones said, his tone different, harsher.
"What?" Ella asked, a bit confused by the change in her teacher.
Paul Jones was gambling. He knew the little tart was a whore at heart, well at least he was pretty sure. He also guessed that she would respond well if he were to assume the dominant role, to insist she do as he commanded, but it did have its risks. What if she refused? And how would the wild card in the room, Mr. Dawson react?
"Come on now, a little slut like you could never pass up a chance at two hard cocks."
Ella was torn. She wasn't convinced she was ready for a three-way, but on the other hand her teacher's words were making her horny again. For whatever kinky reason, being submissive to Mr. Jones was an incredible turn-on for her.
"Ummm, I don't know sir," she replied half truthfully.
"You don't know bitch? Well, how about I decide for you."
