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The substitute teacher... I was quite loose and slutty in high school. Things that had happened in my younger days awakened my sexuality and shaped who I became. Having a sexy Mom and Stepdad was a factor too, with my Mom being a flirt and a big boobed MILF, and my stepdad being a good looking older man who was quite the alpha. (I wrote about my experiences in my other blogs...) I didn't fuck a lot of guys to be honest, but gave hand jobs and blow jobs. Before I lost my virginity I only gave hjs and bjs, but afterwards if the guy had somewhere we could go or I knew my parents were out then I would fuck the guys, but when you have to find a secluded spot in a back lane then jerking and sucking is easier. There was one spot where I took the guys a lot that was behind a garage in somebody's back yard. Lots of guys 'left their mark' on that garage he he... At first it was a huge turn on for me to play with the seniors, but when I became a senior and we were the same age it lost a lot of its attraction. There were a few older boys who had been held back, and I did focus my attention on them for a bit, but that too 'got old' so to speak... Then my life changed. My worst class, and the one I hated most, was history. It sucked! It was boring. Our teacher was an old chubby guy who looked like he should have retired years before, and he stood at the front of the class droning on and on in his annoying monotone voice. I cut his class a lot and just sat in the cafeteria or outside if the day was nice. He never took attendance. One Monday morning it was the principal and some other guy standing at the front of the class when we came in. He told us that our regular teacher had had a death in the family so we would have a substitute teacher for a bit. He said that he wasn't even sure if our regular History teacher would be returning because he was so close to retiring, and could we please show the substitute teacher the same respect we showed our regular teachers LOL... Yeah, sure. The principal left and our new History teacher introduced himself. He was handsome... very handsome. He was young... very young. (He didn't say his age but I found out later that he was 27). He was dressed casual. He was dressed in jeans and a golf shirt, which was a big change from the 3 pc suit our regular teacher always wore. He wore cowboy boots. He had a noticeable bulge in his jeans. This class just got very interesting,... He said that we were going to spend this class just getting to know each other a bit better and that tomorrow we would start lessons again. He had us all say our names and a little bit about ourselves. He told us that he knew that History was a terribly boring subject, but that it was important for us so we could learn from our past mistakes, and that he was going to try to make it as interesting as he could. He also said that he would not be taking attendance, that if we didn't want to come to class and learn that he didn't want us there anyway. He also told us that the bell no longer signalled the end of his class, and that he would tell us when we were dismissed. When the bell rang nobody moved. 'Dismissed' he said, and everybody got up from their seats. 'Fiona', he added, 'Please see me before you go...'. I waited until all the other students were gone and then made my way to the front of the classroom. He was now sitting at his desk and arranging papers and motioned for me to take the seat closest to his desk... (the one that nobody sat in for fear of being called on to answer too many questions). 'Fiona', he said., 'I see you have missed quite a few of these classes. I can write you an excuse slip so you don't have to attend any more, if you plan on continuing to skip anyway'. Great. Now that I had a reason to attend classes I was being given an opportunity to have an extra free period during the day. 'Actually', I replied, Your speech has kind of inspired me to do better, and I think I'd like to attend your class and see if I can pull up my failing grade. I promise I won't skip any more classes'. He got up from behind his desk and came around and sat on the edge facing me, the bulge in his pants staring me in the face. 'That's the right answer Fiona' he said. 'I was hoping you'd want to stay, but if you aren't going to try to learn anything then there's no point in it... so I hope you're serious about turning your grade around. And if you need any extra help, please let me know'. With that he got up and told me I was 'dismissed'. I went to the office, told them I was feeling ill, and went home early. When I got home I jumped in the shower and used the handheld shower head to masturbate. I ran my hands over my tits and hard nipples and fingered myself as the water pulsated on my hard clit, and I came imagining that Mr Substitute teacher was fucking me... The next morning I got up early and grabbed a shower. Yes I masturbated again. I put on a low cut 2 sizes too small white t-shirt, a pair of skin tight leggings, (no bra or panties) and then headed to school. When it was time for history class I rushed to get there first so I could sit in the empty desk right up front. I was afraid that one of the other sluts (let's face it, most high school girls are sluts) who had noticed our new teacher's big bulge would have already scooped it up but I got there first. Our new teacher seemed pleased to see that I had changed seats, and spent most of the class staring down my top... He sat on the edge of the desk a lot, and I spent most of the class staring at his cock bulge. When class was over and he didmissed us without asking me to stay behind I was very disappointed, but looking back on my way out I saw he was admiring my ass... Always a good sign. The Friday before we took our Christmas break he did ask me to stay behind. He asked what my plans were over the holidays, and when I said 'I don't know... See a movie maybe. Mostly hang around the house. Not really sure yet.' he chuckled. 'I meant with your History studies' he said. 'Are you bringing your history books home? Your grades are improving, and that would certainly help'. I blushed. 'Oh' I said. 'I misunderstood I guess'. He put his hand on my shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. 'I have no plans this holiday with being new in town so I could help with that' he added. He then jotted down his phone number and said 'Give me a call if you are interested in getting together... I hope to hear from you. Dismissed.'. I hurried out, my legs weak... I so wanted to call him that night but didn't want to look too interested... or slutty. I still didn't know his intentions (did he really want to help me study?). He had looked through my records because he knew I had skipped a lot of classes and was failing the class. At the bottom of the page under Notes: did it say 'A total slut! For a good time call Fiona?', Probably not LOL, but my reputation around school was not exactly a secret. There was only one way to find out... I planned on giving him a call Saturday evening. I liked to spend my Saturdays roaming around the mall, and the hustle and bustle of the holidays made it even more fun. I love Christmas music and people dressed up as elves and the Shopping mall Santas and everything that goes along with the Christmas season... And as luck would have it I ran into him there. (For the sake of this story let's call him Stan...). He was dressed exactly the same except for that under his coat was a t-shirt instead of a golf shirt. It made me like him just a bit more knowing that guy at the shopping mall and the guy standing at the front of the class were the same guy. Nothing phoney or put on... the same guy. The 'real' guy. He bought me a coffee and muffin in the food court and we found a place to sit. He seemed genuinely happy to see me. I asked him what he was shopping for, and he said that he was only there as an excuse to get out of the house, and that as much as some people hated it, he loved the busyness and seeing people rush around to get their shopping done. My heart skipped a beat (or 2) and leapt into my throat... He asked me if I'd come to his place for dinner... I said yes. He asked if I had any allergies or if there was any food I really disliked and I said no. 'Anything you wanted to serve me would be just fine' I said and then turned a deep shade of red. He smiled and said "Good to know. I'll have to remember that', and then laughed... After we finished our coffees he offered me a ride home, and when he dropped me off gave me his address and offered to pick me up which I declined. My parents were out which I was happy about, but they'd be back home when he picked me up probably and I didn't want to have to answer any questions... Besides, he lived close enough to walk. I showered and then changed like 4 times before finally deciding on what to wear. My mom called to say that they were eating out and was I okay finding myself something to eat? I said yes, and told her that I was actually thinking of eating out too, but that I promised not to be too late getting home if I did. She said that was fine, said she loved me, and<b> hung </font></b>up. I left for Stan's. It was an amazingly mild evening and snow was gently falling. He lived about 10 minutes away in a neighbourhood nicer than the one we lived in. He had a large house with an attached garage. His car (an older Chevy Nova) was parked outside. (When I asked him later why he didn't park in the garage he showed me the reason... Parked inside was an almost brand new Chevrolet Corvette...). We started with some appetizers and some wine. After a few minutes of small talk we moved into the dining room to eat... We had a Caesar salad, spaghetti and meatballs, and more wine. After dinner we had cheesecake and iced wine. When he was finished clearing the table he poured us some more wine and sat down... 'Let's talk' he said. 'What are you here for?' he asked. 'Are you here to study? Or something else?'. When I didn't answer right away he continued... 'I am fine either way' he said, 'But I need to know'. When I still sat there speechless he said 'I'll make this simpler. I'll ask and you just nod yes or no. okay?' I nodded yes... 'Are you here to study?' - I shook my head no. 'Did you come here to have sex with me?' - I nodded yes 'Are you absolutely sure?' - I nodded emphatically yes 'Okay then' he said. 'But I have some rules... 1) 'I don't do one night stands. Once we fuck you're mine. We have sex if and when I want and I decide when we are done. Capeesh?' - I nodded yes 2) 'You see only me. No more whoring around. Understand?' - I nodded yes. 3) 'This is between us and only us. Nobody else is to know. Got it?' - I nodded yes. 4) 'With only a few exceptions, you come when I call you. Sex when I want it and how I want it. You okay with these rules? Last chance to say no sweetheart'. - I started to nod but then spoke instead... 'I am good with all your rules baby'. He smiled. He led me into the master bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed facing me. 'Undress' he said. I did. He told me to spin around so he could see all of me. 'Gorgeous' he said. 'Absolutely gorgeous!'. He stood and told me to undress him. I did. He made it easy for me by wearing only a dress shirt and jeans, no socks or undies. 'On your knees' was his next (command? request? demand? It was almost a request, but I knew better than to think saying no was an option... I didn't wait for him to speak again, I just started sucking his cock. He let me suck at my pace for a minute or 2 before grabbing me by the hair and ramming his cock in and out of my mouth furiously. He was grunting and mumbling under his breath as he fucked my mouth and throat. When I started to gag and have trouble he spoke up and said 'This'll be a lot easier on you if you just relax and accept it babygirl.' When he came I choked on his cock and cum before calming down and swallowing it all. He helped me to my feet and kissed me deeply before practically throwing me on the bed, spreading my legs, and eating my pussy until I came. Before I was finished cumming he slid up my body and roughly pushed his cock inside me. My orgasm, which was starting to subside flared up again and I lay on the bed shaking as he plunged his cock balls deep in me over and over until he filled me with his cum... He came 4 times that night. once in my mouth, once in my ass, and twice in my pussy... Once in the missionary position and once while I rode him. When he came in my ass he was fucking me doggy and pulling my hair. I came 4 times as well. I knew when we were done because as he was leaving the bedroom he said 'Dismissed...'. And that is how I met my Hubby... This may be one of the first pics hubby took... He took it that night but I didn't write that part in...  |
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Nice work, dismissed
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 Slave rick
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well written, nicely told, hot as can be
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Very nice.
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Excellent. Thanks.
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A wonderful story.. congrats!
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Fiona, thank you for enlightening us on how you met 'Stan', and your life at that stage of school. It makes understanding where and how you came to this point in life, except for how you came to this place with 'Stan', and who's idea it was. I am guessing that you will enlighten us on that as well as time rolls by. Fiona, the other thing I would like to know is WTF did you do wrong the other day that you incurred 'Stan's wrath', and what was the punishment?
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Quite an interesting and sexy story!
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