Monday Story 6 Jan 2025

Mrs. B was always a cock tease. She was my English teacher in high school when I realized I was obsessed with her.

I went to a private, all male school, so she was a rare animal back then. Teenage boys locked in a classroom with a buxom woman on the lower fringes of middle age. Did I mention she had big, I mean real natural big tits, which she kept well hidden under a variety of turtle neck sweaters, loosely fitting tops and jackets.

But you can't hide really hide anything from sexually ravenous teen males mainlining testosterone.

Now she was here, five years after I graduated, looking for a job.

"So you think you can sell cars?" I asked, trying not to stare at her gorgeous cleavage. "Sure. I was in sales before I taught and all through college." She was wearing what to me looked like a long shirt that reached just above her knees, with a belt, buttoned in the front, leaving enough unbuttoned from the top to direct a man's attention to the space between those two exquisite pleasure bags. There was enough of her tits showing to know she had no bra on.

"Maybe if we work something out, I'll take my jacket off, and you can stare all you like," she said.

"I'm sorry. It's just that all through high school you were the main topic of all the horny guys. We would have sold our souls for a glimpse of what lay under all those turtle necks. You probably had a hundred students and faculty jerking off every night thinking of how you looked naked with those beautiful tits flopping around. No telling how many ejaculations you were responsible for back then." I couldn't believe I said that. If she reported me, I was done.

"And were you part of that herd of my admirers? I'm sure you were." She stood up and slipped her jacket off and hung it on the back of her chair. She undid a few more buttons on her dress, almost down to her belt, and held it open for a second or two. It needed another button undone and her nipples would be visible. She sat down, leaned back in her chair and smiled.

"You gonna ask me any dumb interview questions" she said.

"Like what?"

"If I ask, you have to answer," she said.

Mrs. B leaned forward and looked me straight in the eye.

"If a genie granted you one wish, what would it be?" She leaned back again and smiled at me.

I stood up, walked around my desk and knelt in front of her. I leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"I wish that the nipple to this tit," I grabbed her dress by the shoulders and slid it down to her waist. Her naked boobs were on full display.

"Was in my mouth." I fondled her giant, natural breast while she nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Yes Pete. Suck my nipple."

I ran my tongue around her nipple until it got hard and stiff. I massaged the other one while I nibbled her nipple. She let out a sigh and sunk back into her chair. I sucked, squeezed and slapped her tits for a few minutes. I stood up then and unzipped my pants and yanked them down to my ankles.

She looked up at me, looked at my steel hard sex rod, oozing precum and said; "A hundred guys jerking off to me every night for four years?"

"Pretty much," I said

"Well how many gallons of cum you think that is"

"I don't know, but I bet you could fill a bathtub," I wondered where this train

of thought was going.

"Well I could have been the bukakke queen. About time I get some of that sperm back. Starting with you!"

She took my painfully erect cock in her left hand and pointed it straight at her mouth. She stuck her tongue in my pee hole and tasted my oozing precum.

"I will blow you twice a day if you hire me. But you have to promise to cum on my face each time. I want to reclaim all my high school splooge that those selfish boys shot onto their bellies for me. And I'm starting with you."

That lit a fire in my scrotum. I grabbed her head and facefucked her, sliding my cock all the way down her throat. My orgasm was building up for a ferocious ejaculation.

I fucked her mouth for another few strokes and then my balls tightened and I slipped out of her mouth and stroked my cock resting the tip

on her cheek so she wouldn't miss any.

"All on my face, Tommy. Give it to me, NOW!"

I fucking erupted like Mt St Helens. One, two, three giant squirts, then the smaller squirts of white, sticky sex goo, and finally that after goo that just sorta drips out for a few seconds.

"Mrs B, may I kiss you?" I just felt very close to her. I mean, she let me, no she demanded I cum on her face.

"You may. Watch out for the cum. It's MINE!."

We had a long deep kiss, tasted each others tongues. I broke our kiss and she looked at me and began pushing my cum into her mouth until she had cleaned up her whole face.

"Remember, twice a day for as long as I work here." She unbuckled the belt that barely held her shirt/dress on and handed it to me, She moved around to the side of my desk and pulled her dress up so her entire naked ass was exposed. Then she bent over my desk, her voluptuous buttocks looking back at me. My tongue wanted to get in between them badly, but she shooed me away.

"We have plenty of time for that later. First you have to learn how to keep me in line."

She stuck her ass out as far as she could and wiggled it a bit. My cock began to stiffen again.

"Give me ten lashes with the belt if you need to. Five on each side. Go ahead."

I whacked her a good one across her left cheek. She whined and bounced around on her tip toes. She got her ass reddened by the time I was done. She was crying a little bit and sniffling when she wrapped her arms around me, look up at my face and said;

"So am I hired?"

"What do you think," I said, stuffing my wet slippery cock into my pants.

God, I hope she can sell cars, I thought.