8:01 PM rolls around and her night is done. The last parent-teacher conference is over and by 8:30 the DVR will be running Real Housewives of Orange County and she will be on her second Chardonnay, so she thinks, as she grabs her phone and checks for new text messages.
She is kind of disappointed that another year passed and her fantasy is left unfulfilled. Her fantasy is not to fuck a Dad, by the way.
It’s that a sexy Dad sits across from her, as she goes through her notebook, explaining to him his kid’s education, while she touches herself under the desk. The idea of being wet and cumming and maybe getting caught is far more creative than just sex. And “creative” is what turns her on. That and maybe one day being with a dominant.
She grabs her Coach bag and iPhone and heads for the door just as it almost hits her in the face.
“Am I too late?”, he says. “I’m Tyler’s Dad.”
“Fucking seriously?”, she thinks. “Your wife is the royal cunt that couldn’t stop criticizing everything I do,” she almost says out loud.
“Sure, uh, come on in.”
Disheveled and in a rush to get there he loses his sense of cool and blurts out, “I’m really fucking sorry.” “I’m sorry for saying…ugh, shit, in sorry.”
He feels like an asshole for saying “fuck”, then “shit.”
She looks over at him, even more irritated than before and then she says, “Ah, fuck it.” They both have a laugh that needed to happen to break the ice.
She can’t help but notice he is sexy as fuck. Pinstripe suit. Smells of Versace Blue. Green eyes. His wife is a slob, so something is clearly amiss here.
She sits him down, opens up the notebook, and starts going through the same shit she did all day. First the stuff from back to school week, then arts and crafts, then she realizes he is completely staring at her in a lustful way.
So she decides to have fun with it. She grabs her purse, sets it on her lap to block his view, and as she flips pages with her right, she slides her left hand up her skirt and rubs her clit just enough to make herself almost giggle.
“He is completely oblivious”, she laughs inside.
So she goes a little further. Rubs a little faster. She starts getting really wet and turned on at the idea she could get caught. “Fuck this is feeling good”, she thinks.
Flipping page after page. She keeps bullshitting him with her fingertips now inside her wet pussy and enjoying each passing tingling sensation.
Then he focuses in on the writing assignments. He asks, “since you don’t give out A-F grades, what does O mean, to you?”.
When she starts to explain it means Outstanding, he grabs her left arm, pulls her hand on the table, with force. Grabs her left wrist. Sees the wetness.
She is horrified.
Then he pulls the wrist closer. Says “What is this?”
As she stutters nothing comprehensible, he pulls her hand closer, leans forward, and licks her middle finger clean. Then grabs her by the hair, and pulls her to her index finger, for her to clean with him like a couple of cake batter soaked hand mixer beaters.
Meeting to kiss on her wet hand, she is fucking way past embarrassed and thoroughly turned on. “It was the hair pull,” she thinks. “Or maybe the confidence?”, “or maybe the fact that he knew for ten minutes and let me keep fingering myself?”
Regardless, now is go time. Lifting her up with two hands around her neck. “Holy shit,” she thinks. She has never been with someone this aggressive. This passionate.
Everything on the teacher’s desk shoved onto the floor in one fell swoop and her on her back, heels up, and he buries his face in her wet soaked pussy and she bucks like a bronco.
Her clit entirely in his mouth. Two fingers inside her, “come here” to her G spot, and she immediately cums from his oral skills which are off the charts, A+ if she could give him a grade. Cumming within seconds from inside from his fingering right after.
Then two soaking wet fingers held inches from her mouth, begging for her to bend upward, and suck them clean, which she does. As she finishes she is met with a slap across her pretty little face.
Fingers back inside her but this time with ferocity. Harder and harder and faster and faster until she squirts all over the desk, gushing for the first time in her life. Immediately he cannot help but devour her again.
“God damn this motherfucker is insatiable,” she thinks.
Immediately he flips her on her side, and shoves two fingers from his right hand right up her ass, she squirms, and the forgets that sensation quickly as he shoves his thick cock inside her ridiculously soaking wet pussy. His free hand squeezes her neck and he fucks her to another orgasm with raw passion behind every thrust.
As she knows he is about to explode, she wonders, where? “Where will he cum? He is a beast in every way so nothing would surprise me.”
And then it happens. “He unloads inside her not giving two shits about the consequences of that bad decision”, then takes his left hand, spoons out the cum, and drizzles it right into her mouth.
“God yes,” she says out loud as she swallows everything she can and leaves the part that missed sitting on her chin.
He winks. Pulls up his pants. Turns around. Doesn’t say goodbye. Doesn’t say thank you. He just says one thing.
“That’s what O means, Kitten.“