THUMP!
I laugh as I stand over Bradley, the kid I bully. He hit the ground hard when I shoved him, and he's looking up at me, with a look that's full of anger and fear. There wasn't any particular reason that I shoved him, but he was looking a little too confident today, and I can't have that continue, can I? After all, it is my job to put him in his place. Besides, school's over and I let him go unbothered for the entire day, and now that school's over, it's a good time to let him remember who's on top.
"Alex!" an authoritative voice shouts.
I slowly turn around to see Mrs. Horne, the history teacher of Bradley and I, standing there. She has her hands on her hips, and is staring at me angrily. Any teacher would be angry at the sight of this, but it's made worse because of one simple fact.
Mrs. Horne is Bradley's mom.
Although, she doesn't look like it though. As Bradley is thin, wiry, and blonde, Mrs. Horne is a voluptuous and curvy brunette. She wears tight skirts and dresses almost everyday, which hug and accentuate her sexy figure. Her brown hair is long, falling down to her shoulder blades. She has fair skin, and a beautiful face. Or at least, it's beautiful when she's not mad.
Today, she's wearing a tight, black skirt, a white button-up shirt with a black blazer on top, stockings, and black heels.
I don't say anything, as I can already guess what's going to happen.
"My room. Now." she orders, her teeth clenched together.
I sigh, and begin to walk to her class. On my way there, I decide to use the bathroom since I know I'll probably be in there for a while.
While taking a piss, I can hear the sound of heels hitting the floor go past the bathroom. Must be Mrs. Horne going to her room.
I finish up and wash my hands and all and begin to walk to her class again. I open the door to her room. I look around, and see that it's only the two of us in here right now. Even weirder, her blazer's off, and some of the top buttons on her shirt are unbuttoned now. Guess it was hot in here or something.
"Hello, Alex. Take a seat please." she tells me, sounding calmer now.
I begin to walk to a seat in the front, when she walks over to the door and closes it, locking it. Weird, but whatever I guess. Even weirder, there's a long strip of paper covering the window on the door, which wasn't there before. Am I going to get my ass beat or something?
I take a seat, and wait for her to say or do something.
"So..." she says, walking towards me. "Why don't you tell me more about what you did to Bradley?" she asks, putting a hand on my desk, leaning over a little bit.
Holy shit, I can see down her shirt a little. Well, more than a little, as I can see that she's wearing a lacy, black bra. There's no way that she isn't aware of what she's doing.
"Well, he was acting a little too cocky, so I decided to put him in his place." I plainly state.
"And you did all of this, knowing fully that I was watching?" she asks me.
"Well, I di-" I say, before she suddenly sits on my lap.
"That is so fucking ballsy." she tells me, her tits in my face.
"W-what?" I ask.
"You bullied a kid right in front of his own mother, and you don't even seem to care. How much more ballsy can you get? I bet you don't even care, huh? God, I didn't know you could be so... manly!" she says, a smile spreading across her face.
I have no fucking clue where this is going, but I like it. Also, I didn't know that she was behind me, but I think I'll let her keep thinking that I did.
"Mrs. Horne-" I say, before she interrupts me.
"It's Sara." she tells me.
"Sara, did seeing me treat your son like that... excite you?" I ask her.
She laughs a little bit at this.
"Look, I'll just be honest, I have a HUGE thing for guys that are dominant like you. Men who don't care and do what they want, it's so fucking hot. And I've been stuck with a husband who's nothing like that for such a long time..." she says.
I see what's up now.
I grab onto her hips, and I feel full of confidence now.
"And I'm guessing you're tired of it, huh?" I ask her, feeling myself getting hard.
She nods and smiles at this.
"Exactly." she replies.
I can feel her start to grind against my cock gently now, making it grow even harder.
"And I think you know exactly what I want you to do to me.." she whispers into my ear.
"Say it." I growl. "I want to hear you say it."
She smiles and grinds even faster.
"I want to feel the cock of the boy who bullies my son dominate my soaking wet pussy. I want him to make me scream like a slut while my son thinks I'm reprimanding his bully. I want you to dominate me." she tells me.
"Good fucking girl." I murmured into her ear.
"Already off to a good start." she moans, smiling.
I grab onto her hips and push her down onto me harder, feeling her grab onto my shoulders tightly.
"Hey, where's Bradley?" I ask her.
"Oh, don't worry about him. He's waiting in the car. I told him it'll be a while." she purrs. "Or, at least I hope it'll be a while." she teases.
"Don't worry, you won't be disappointed." I confidently tell her.
"Well I sure hope so. I've overheard a lot of good things about you from some of the girls in my classes." she tells me.
"And just what all have you heard?" I ask, smiling at her.
"Well, I know you fucked the set of twins that were in my class at the same time. I also know some of the cheerleaders are cheating on their boyfriends with you. The list goes on, but the thing that caught my attention the most was hearing that you're hung like a horse." she moans, grinding faster.
"And you're willing to risk your job just so you can experience it once?" I tease, looking at the security camera in the room.
"That thing doesn't even fucking work. Hell, the only ones that do are the ones in the hallway, and there's tons of blindspots." she says. "So, I'm not risking a single thing." she tells me.
"Well, I just hope you can explain to Bradley why you're walking funny." I tell her.
I reach towards her shirt and rip it open, exposing her large breasts only covered up by the black bra.
"Getting a little impatient, aren't we?" she teases.