Chapter 4: Angie and Mr. Jennings

Friday afternoon, and the last lesson before school closes for the weekend, I’m feeling bored, frustrated, but more importantly, sex-starved. Tim hadn’t been able to have sex with me this morning as he had had to go to work very early. You know me by now, so it won’t surprise you that I had a plan to change that frustration. It was exciting me, getting my pussy wet even thinking about it. As a consequence I’d been squirming around all afternoon in anticipation and nearly got into trouble.

Finally, the bell rang to signify the end of the day. As the class filed out, I held back and made it clear I wanted to talk to my hunky and sexy form teacher, Mr Jennings.

He’s about 6 foot tall, reasonably well built and preserved for his age, mid-forties, I think? Dark wavy hair that he keeps clipped close to his head and dreamy brown eyes. Yummy! Oh by the way, he’s married with two kids, and his wife is a glamorous blonde, sexy as hell to look at, so why he cheated on her, I don’t know, but I’m glad he did.

“Sir, can I have a word with you please?” all whispery and little girl with a secret, or embarrassed voice, not wanting to look him in the face. My drama lessons were paying off big time!

“What is it, Angela?”

“Sir, I’ve got ... I think you’d call it a moral dilemma.”

“Oh,” that wasn’t what he was expecting, “that’s interesting. I think you had better tell me what it is then. You know you can speak to me about anything. Unless you want to see a councillor.”

“Sir, I think it’s better if I show you,” I took out my phone and played the very explicit and damning video stored there. The grunting and panting soundtrack gave it all away. It was a video of two people having hard, rough, and energetic sex together.

Mr Jennings’ face went white with horror as he saw who was staring in this little porno that I had got my hands on. Actually, I had filmed it when I discovered them at it. Him and Miss Dubois. A very sweet and sexy young French exchange teaching assistant who was helping out as part of her learning English. Well, she certainly knew how to swear in English as my form teacher pounded into her.

“That’s the dilemma I’ve got Sir. I mean what should I do, should I tell the Headmaster? I mean that can’t be ethical, can it? And you’re a married man too.”

The look of horror on his face as he realised I had the power over him, not only to ruin his career, but to wreck his marriage as well, was interesting to see.

“What do you want? Your grades are top of the class so it can’t be that,” he stuttered in shock.

“Oh God no. No, I want something different than that. That would be boring. No, I think me deleting this sexy video is worth much more than better grades. I’m getting those anyway.”

As this exchange was taking place, I had moved closer to him, pushing my boobs out, making him notice them, that and my long slim legs in their ridiculously short school skirt. I stepped onto the dais where his desk was and perched on it, stretching out my legs as I relaxed back, smiling at him.

“You know I get terribly upset and annoyed if I don’t get my pussy eaten at least once a day,” I said, smiling at my form teacher. “So I want some of what she’s been getting, Miss Dubois.” I said, in complete control of things now.

I had perched on the edge of his desk, Mr Jennings in front of, but below me. I had the position of power as I opened my legs slightly, knowing he would see up my skirt even more than he already was. I was right, he couldn’t resist a furtive glance. Pervert! But heck, I am sexy, so I suppose it was a natural thing for him to do.

“What? You want sex with me? You want me to fuck you!”

“God no, you’ve got to earn that privilege. For a teacher, you don’t listen very well do you, Sir? I said I need my pussy eaten at least once a day, and so far today that’s not happened. So Sir, the price for my silence and to keep your dirty little secret, that is what you are going to do.”

A look of surprise suddenly turned to one of lust spread over his face. That and that he licked his lips told me I’d get what I wanted.

“You are going to get on your knees and give my pussy the love and attention it deserves, after that if you’re good enough I’ll decide what happens next.”

At that, I slid forward on the desk, so my bum was just about perching on the edge, and motioned Mr Jennings to both kneel and come closer to me, opening my legs wide as I pulled my school skirt even higher up my beautiful silken thighs.

Mr Jennings’ face was red, in both lust and apprehension. He would be in big trouble if anyone walked in on us, but just as big trouble if he didn’t do as I demanded. It was so sweet having this power over one of my teachers. I was getting off on the sheer thought that he was mine to command and order about.

Now I know how Tim felt when he made me suck him off that first time, that time that awakened me to the pleasures of sex and turned me into the demanding, sexual creature that I am.