I walked in the evacuate hallways afterschool and sighed as I approached the classroom. I could not believe I had to do this. But in rescript for me to get my girlfriend's approval, I would take to make restitution with him. Finally, I reached the door and stopped. I gathered all my self-will and knocked twice.
First of all, let me explain to you that I am a 14 year old guy. I'm 5'6, 125 British pound and I have a sandbag lady friend. We've been talking about having sex but she doesn't want to do it until I cleared things up with her dad. And who was her dad ? He was my skill teacher, Mr. P, who I disliked. I had done many things over the course of the school year that had made him wild and that, coupled with the fact I was dating his girl, had made me his least favorite bookman.
For a duo excruciating second base, I stood in silence, and thought that maybe he wasn't in the room. Just when I had given up and was about to walk away, the door vacillation exposed and standing in front of me was my scientific discipline teacher. He was a somewhat imposing figure, standing at 6'0 and about 220 pounds. Only 35, he had a heavyset, muscular flesh with wide shoulders and a bald-headed foreland. Though he was very turgid, his body contained piffling fat. He looked down at me and snorted. Turning away and walking back into his elbow room, he waved his finger's breadth and beckoned me to play along.
I looked down at my ft and shuffled along with him. He sat down behind his desk and then started looking at some papers. I stood in front of him, like a fool, and felt my humour rising.
"What do you need ?"he muttered.
I raised my head and swallowed my pride.
"I came here to rationalize, sir, and to ask for your blessing to date your daughter."
He finally looked up at me, and chuckled."She told me you would be coming."
I nodded."I beg for your forgiveness for my demeanour in your category and I promise that I will be a good young man to your daughter."
He tilted his heading an inch."And why should I forgive you ?"
I bowed my head."I feel compunction for my actions and I will take any punishment that you see fitting."
He rubbed his clean-shaven Kuki-Chin and considered it.
"OK, I will forgive you,"he said,"And let you date my daughter."
I let out a breath in relief.
"…But only if you accept my punishment and do not resist."
I nodded vigorously. I was just glad that Mr. P had forgiven me and thought that any punishment was more than worth the pleasure that I would have from my beautiful girlfriend.
He pointed at the desk closest to us."Go over to the desk and bend over it, facing away from me."
I was really confused. I didn't understand why he wanted me to do that."Wha-"
"Go !"he interrupted."Do you want my approval or not ?"
I still felt leery but walked over to the desk and knack at the waist. Mr. K was given a exonerated view of my fag, which, honestly, was a very nice one. He slowly lifted his turgid frame from the desk and walked over to where I was.
"Now listen to me close,"he said."I'm going to spank you and I'm going to larrup you a lot and I'm going to larrup you heavily. And after I spank you, you're going to pleasure me. If you resist or refuse, I will tell Sophia ( my girlfriend ) that you come to me to apologize and that I caught you cheating on her."
I was shocked. Unable to conceive my ears, I stayed rooted to the patch. ‘ How could my girlfriend's dad be doing this'I thought.
"Take off your clothes,"he ordered.
I didn't move.
"Now !"
I scrambled, taking my shirt off and pulling my shorts down.
"boxer too."
Hesitantly, I stripped my packer as well and stood there with my manhood exposed. My 6-inch turncock dangled, mild.
Mr. P then took off his own shirt and revealed his hairless upper torso. He vast pecs and difficult abs, with a small trail leading to the waistcloth of his pants. Mr. P shoved me back down so that that face was pressed up against the desk. I quickly grabbed on to the sides and not a moment too soon.
‘ Smack !'The showtime one came tough and I jerked in painfulness. Sir Thomas More followed in speedy chronological succession as my ass was hammered by his bridge player. I writhed around and clutched on the desk tightly as he continued for 30 seconds. I was horrified to feel myself getting hard as he assaulted me. Finally, mercifully, he stopped and my behind burned.
I had no time to recuperate before he commanded,"Turn around and get on your knees."
Beaten out of all of my will, I shamefully did as he said. My face was level with his hips and I looked up at his imposing, well-toned figure. He then undid his belt buckle and softly tapped my impudence with it. I winced. Mr. P unzipped his knickers and pulled out his phallus. My eyes went wide-open. There, in presence of me, was a massive cock. It was only half-hard but was already 8 inches.
"You know what to do,"he smirked.
quiver, I told hold of it in my hand, which was able to grasp just over one-half of it. I started rubbing back and forth and he moaned. His tool rose to its full sizing, 10 inch. I looked up at his expression and he motioned for me to carry on. I inched my mouth to his tool and lightly kissed the gargantuan headland. Pre-cum started seeping out. I licked the underside of it and fondled the egg. Then, finally ready, I engulfed his head in my mouthpiece. He groaned in pleasure.
passing further, I tried to congest down all of it but could only get 6 inches before I started gagging. I pulled off and started licking the head and then the entire fellow member. Once again, I wrapped my mouth over it and started bobbing back and forth. My own member became rock-solid, and I decided to just try and enjoy this. Mr. P had his eyes closed and grabbed the backrest of my head with both hands. He started thrusting my head towards and away from his organic structure. I let him operate me as he had me go back and Forth. I tried throating him as my eyes reached just inches from his nicely-shaven pubes.
After a couple minutes of giving him a blowjob, Mr. P pulled my mouth of his stopcock. His eyes, which were glazed over during the BJ, came back into focus.
He gave me a nasty smile."Go back and bend over."
I nodded and quickly assumed the berth. I looked back to see what he was doing. Mr. P was fully naked now and reached into his desk draftsman. He pulled out some lubricant and applied it to his peter. He came over and rubbed some on my shit. Shocked, I realized what he was planning.
"Please, Mr. P, don't do this,"I begged.
He just pushed my head down and placed the tip of his penis at my ingress. He slowly started pushing into my hole and I felt Brobdingnagian pressure. He was soon 2 inches in me and I groaned in pain. Suddenly, he grunted as he thrust over half of his penis into my bunghole. I screamed and he covered my lip with his script. Mr. P pulled out nearly all the way and then rammed it in again, even further. He repeated this action until he thrust in again one to a greater extent time and I felt his chunk slap against me. I gasped, all 10 inches were in me.
Mr. P started fucking me with wild abandon and pressed his chest and stomach on my back. Mr. P continued this for barely a minute until he came. I felt squirt after squirt of his ardent seed fill me up. A arcsecond later, I came with him and my tool jerked as my cum splattered onto the desk. Exhausted, Mr. P collapsed, his weightiness on me.
"We're going to be doing more of this, Jason."he sighed."I guarantee it. ”