You might want to check out the first two chapters of Twisted Tales: Blackmailed Teacher before reading this one.
The third installment uses the excellent short story "Following His Orders" by Daphne123 as a jumping off point for inspiration. If you have a favorite story and would like to see how I twist it and make it my own, feel free to email me or put it in the comments.
Hopefully, it takes this story in some intriguing directions. As a bonus I look forward to reading some new, erotic stories!
As always, comments are welcome. Trolls are not.
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Brenda blinked in the bright sun as she exited the high school. The first day of summer school was always a little chaotic. Trying to get the roster nailed down. Setting up a routine that would keep the students focused. Getting through the first day of material.
What made this particularly stressful was that she was going commando under her skirt! Lisa had commanded it, but then hadn't seen her the entire day. Every time, Brenda turned a corner, she expected to run into the statuesque blonde. Instead, her nervousness and tension built throughout the day. Her pussy felt exposed as she moved around without any underwear.
And then, after school was over, she found a note on her desk.
Butterflies fluttered as she crossed the parking lot to the football field. Her left hand tightened on a crumpled note:
After school today, you will report to the football field for marching band practice. Roger is retiring this summer and deserves a fond farewell. He only knows that you will do whatever he says.
Enjoy!
Lisa
The brunette had briefly contemplated ignoring the note. Or pretending that she hadn't seen it. But then she remembered her naked pictures on Lisa's phone. She remembered how her blonde co-worker had promised to ruin Brenda's job and marriage. And then she knew that she would go see Roger just as Lisa ordered.
Brenda spied Roger talking with some students. In his 60s, he was still full of vitality. The young school teacher recalled the first time they had met, he had been a tremendous flirt - with her husband right there! When she mentioned it later, John had laughed it off.
As she walked up to him, she noticed his thin, athletic build, sun tanned, with a shock of gray hair. He was a little shorter than Brenda, but with a ready smile. She felt a twinge of excitement when he turned that smile on her now.
Though they had never become friends, but she had sometimes caught him staring at her breasts at staff meetings. Once, in the copy room, she saw him checking out her ass while she was bent over collecting a stack of papers. When she had walked out of the room, she had intentionally swayed her hips and imagined his eyes fastened to her butt as she walked down the hallway.
"Ah, glad you are here Brenda." He dismissed the drum majors. "Let's go up to the press box. Ladies first."
Halfway up the stands, Brend realized he might be able to look up her skirt! Glancing back, he smiled and nodded. "Looking good."
She blushed and hurried up the remaining stairs.
Once up in the press booth, he motioned her to the table by one of the windows. There were papers and charts scattered all over with two empty binders.
"While we finish up practice, I want you to organize this mess. The pages are numbered, but need to be collated into two sets." She moved to the table and began looking it over. "No, something isn't quite right..." Confused she began to turn when she felt his hands on her hips. He hiked her skirt up and tucked it into the belt.
"Roger, please!"
"Oh I like the sound of that! You have a great ass and Lisa was right - no underwear!" He grinned and held up a drum stick. "I got this during my first year of teaching." He moved behind her and she felt the tip inserted into her. "Nice and tight." In and out, he moved the stick. A little deeper each time. "Now keep that in you while you work."
Flushed with shame, Brenda nodded. She must have been quite a sight. Bare assed with the drumstick protruding obscenely from her. The brunette began sorting the papers into two piles.
"All right! Form up and let's do this again from the beginning!"
The young teacher jumped as Roger yelled through his megaphone. For some reason, she felt even more exposed now that his attention was elsewhere. She was glad the pressbox was so high and there was no way anyone could see more than her head and shoulders...
She moved around the table and felt the drumstick slide down! Quickly, she shoved it back up and realized she must be very wet... A tremor of shame and pleasure quivered through her.
"Very good! Again!"
"Don't move," he said quietly, pressing himself against her ass, she could feel his hardening cock. She found his assertiveness very exciting. She didn't dare move, breathing in nervous anticipation. He must have grabbed the drumstick because it began to slide in and out of her. "You look so hot like this. I can't wait to fuck you."
Brenda looked back, her protest dying on her lips as saw hunger and lust in his eyes. He then stepped back and lifted the megaphone. "No! No! No! Back to the beginning."
For the next half hour, she worked on putting together the two binders. Every so often, he'd manipulate the drumstick, bringing her pleasure and frustration, even as he led the band through practice.
"All done." She said, giving the papers one last look. Maybe now that she was done, he would let her go... She turned and was shocked to see the band director's cock was out!
"Very good, Brenda. Now get over here, get on your knees, and take care of this."
"But the practice..."
He laughed. "I can multi-task. Get over here. Now."
Shamefully, she got down on her hands and knees so that no one would see her through the window. She felt the drumstick move back and forth inside her making her feel even more degraded.
"All right, from the top!" He yelled into the megaphone. He then looked down and their eyes locked. "And you, get sucking."
Close up, she could see that his cock was still soft. Gray pubic hair was trimmed neatly and the ball sac looked smooth. Closing her eyes, she took him into her mouth.
"Yeah... that it..." He hissed.
She felt it grow as she sucked harder. Grabbing the base with her hand, she moved her tongue around the head, moving her head back. Up and down she started to work the shaft.
"That's it!" His megaphone blared. "From the top!"
Her eyes flew open to see him gazing down at her. Up and down. Up and down. It was fully hard now. Thick, very thick so she had to be careful of her teeth. If she could get him to cum quickly... Up and down. Up and down.
He gripped her hair painfully and twisted. "Slow down. Lick and suck on my balls!"
Without hesitation, she moved off the shaft and took an egg sized testicle in her mouth and tugged gently. John didn't like her playing with his, but she knew to be careful -
Roger said, "Oh, hey John! What's up?"
Brenda stomach dropped with terror! She would have scrambled away, but the older teacher still held her by the hair and tightened his grip.
"Have you seen my wife Brenda? Someone said they saw her heading over here."
"Yeah, she is running a few errands for me." The grip drew her closer and she began tonguing the ball, rolling it back and forth.
"I didn't realize you guys were friends." She could hear her husband's voice grow closer.
"Not so much friends." Pulled her off his left testicle and now to the other side. Silently Brenda complied, scared to make the slightest sound. She stuck her tongue and went to work. "But I said to her that she needed to know about the school if she wanted to get a head."
"Good advice." How close is he? Her mind whirred frantically. It seemed like John was right next to them! Brenda resisted the urge to peek, closed her eyes, and focused on sucking as quietly as possible. "If you see her again, let her know that I'll be at meetings until 4 today."
"Will do. Have a great day!"
"You too!" Her husband's voice fading into the music from the marching band.
Relief flooded the young brunette. Unconsciously, she pushed the drumstick back inside of her. The shaft was completely wet.
"Well that was interesting!" Roger pulled her off his ball sack and back to his cock. "You are doing a great job! Keep sucking."
Excited despite herself, she dove in trying to deepthroat the thick cock. Back up, swirling her tongue around the head and then back down. Warmth spread in her groin, pleasure from pleasing this man before her. Up and down.
"All right!" He shouted into the megaphone. "That's it for today. Drum majors, we'll meet after dinner. Great job everyone!"
Up and down. Brenda's mouth began to ache from Roger's thickness. Up and down.
"I am going to fuck you so good when everyone leaves." Roger hissed.
Finally, the field cleared and he wasted no time. He stood Brenda up and pulled the drumstick out of her pussy. He pulled the young teacher closer and his lips gently brushed hers. She looked out the window, relieved to see the empty stadium as she felt his hands on her round little ass, pulling her mound against his cock. The teacher's pussy tingled inside her panties as held her close.
"Oh god," She whispered. Brenda's sexual tension had built up between us that was now about to be released.
"Shhh," he whispered, sliding his hands into the waistband of her skirt and slid it down. He was playing a game, teasing the young brunette, and her resistance was weakening.
"Uh!!" Brenda jumped in mid-kiss as his soft hand made contact with her trembling pussy. His experienced hand quickly found her clitoris, her most sensitive spot, and gently stroked it over and over until the brunette's world began to crumble.
"Oh..." She whimpered, struggling for every word, "please...don't do this to me... Someone will see us."
"Shhh," he whispered softly into her ear. "No one is around now. We both want this Brenda, and I'm going to give it to you."
