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REPOST NOTE: This was a sequel to 'Incentive'.
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PERSUASION
Vickie Morgan
He didn’t know when the idea had first occurred to him. Of course he
had been fantasying about fucking her for months, ever since she had
first started teaching at his school. He knew it would never happen in
reality though. He was and grey with lines on his face, though no
middle age sag yet, thanks to his regular work outs. Angela Martin was
young, intelligent and pretty with the biggest he'd ever seen,
although she tried to hide them under baggy jumpers and loose blouses.
She would never be attracted to her headmaster. Various schemes to
get her into bed had drifted through his mind from time to time but
never seriously. But then the monthly book club money was £100 short.
It was Miss Martin’s job to collect it and she handed it to him, and
he checked it and handed it to the bank. No one else could have taken
it and he knew she needed money. He had made up the shortfall and had
asked her to drop by his office after the end of school. Then a small
voice at the back of his mind had come up with the idea. He had pushed
it away but he had been standing at the window and seen her crossing
the playground, the wind blowing her clothes against her body. The
long length of her legs, the curve of her hips and the generous swell
of her were clearly outlined. Just the glimpse of her body was
enough to get his cock hardening and inevitably his idea reoccurred.
He quickly sat down as she came in, not wanting her to see his state of
arousal.
"I’m afraid I have a very serious matter to discuss with you Miss
Martin," he began. "I can to some extent understand why temptation was
too much for you. I’m aware that you have to hire a nurse 24 hours a
day to care for your elderly and it is very commendable that
you have her living with you instead of putting her in a nursing home
as most others would in your situation. If it was up to me I would
probably turn a blind eye just this once. Indeed if you had come to me
I would gladly have made you a loan of however much you needed." He
stopped for a moment, aware that he was rambling but the voice at the
back of his mind was urging him to give in to temptation.
"However, I have a responsibility to the school and the board will
have to know that £100 is missing. I have for now replaced the money
from my own pocket but I’m afraid there will have to be a disciplinary
hearing." He hesitated for a moment and looked at her. She was looking
at him in wide-eyed bewilderment. She heaved a sigh then licked her
lips before preparing to speak. Her innocent actions further aroused
him and he gave in to the voice at the back of his mind. Before she
had chance to say anything he walked around the desk and leant on it
just in front of her.
"There is an alternative, of course. As I said I do sympathise with
your need for money. So if you wanted you could, um, persuade me to
leave things as they are and not to mention this incident to anyone."
She gazed at him in confusion.
"Persuade you?" she repeated, "How?" She followed his gaze down as he
opened his jacket and she saw the unmistakable bulge of his hard cock.
For a moment she just looked at it, then he stood and walked back round
the desk, giving her time to think about it. He shrugged off his
jacket and draped it over the back of his chair before sitting down
and facing her again.
"You feel that I could, um, persuade you to forget about a £100." she
asked. "Any particular kind of persuasion in mind?"
"No, no, just whatever occurred to you." he answered quickly. He had
resolved that if she agreed with his suggestion he wouldn’t touch her
or ask her to do anything in particular. He persuaded himself that he
wouldn’t really be forcing her to do anything then. For a long moment
she hesitated, then she got up and walked to the door. He felt a cold
thump of disappointment, then he heard her turn the key in the lock.
She walked back to the desk and slowly began to unbutton her blouse.
She slipped it off and revealed her breasts, straining at the confines
of her white lacy bra. She unhooked the bra and her swung
loose, at long last exposed to his view. He gripped the arms of his
chair hard as he fought the temptation to reach out and touch them.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, unzipped his trousers and
pulled them and his boxers down his thighs, freeing his cock.
He was already hard and throbbing as she gently wrapped her hands around
his cock. He relaxed back in his chair, savouring the feel of her
touching him. She stroked and caressed his cock, making him sigh with
pleasure, then she lent forward, her hair tickling the inside of his
thighs and licked along his shaft. First one side, then the other her
tongue caressed the length of his cock, giving a quick swirl around the
head each time she reached the top. Some pre-cum was oozing out and she
licked it up. Then she his throbbing cock deep into her warm wet
mouth and he groaned out loud. She on him, sliding him in and out
of her mouth, one hand pumping his shaft while the other fondled his
balls. He slumped further down in his seat to offer her easier access
and she moved her mouth to his balls, licking them, grazing them with
her teeth, nuzzling them with her nose, taking first one, then the other
and sometimes both in her mouth so she could suck them. Her fingers
were playing all over him, stroking his cock, squeezing his buttocks,
rubbing his ass-hole.
She moved again, straightening up and pushing his out of the way.
She leaned forward and pushed his cock between her ample breasts, using
her hands to squeeze them around it. She began moving up and down,
licking the head of his cock each time it slid out of her cleavage. The
sensations overwhelmed him, the soft yet firm feel of her breasts, the
graze of her nipples on the inside of his hips, the warm wet swirl of
her tongue and the sight of her kneeling in front of him absorbed in
giving him pleasure. Although he wanted to prolong the pleasure his
body betrayed him and he came, splashing her with his creamy cum. He
closed his eyes for a moment as he regained his breath. When he looked
back at her, unsure what to say, he saw that she was still knelt
before him waiting for him to open his eyes. When she was sure she had
his full attention she began to lick his off her breasts. She had a
long tongue and paid particular attention to her hardening nipples. What
her tongue couldn’t reach she scooped up with a finger and it
slowly off. When she had finished with her own body she began on his,
licking stray splashes off his belly, then making sure none remained on
his cock. Her actions were so erotic his cock began to harden again and
he was disappointed when she stood and moved to the desk.
She unzipped her skirt and slid it tantalisingly slowly over her
hips. A white lacy triangle covered her and when she turned he
saw that it was a g-string. As she bent to lay down her skirt he could
clearly see the thin white strip dividing her firm buttocks and
disappearing between her thighs. He desperately wanted to touch her,
to caress and nibble her bottom and to lick his way down her crack
under the g-string but he reminded himself that he had resolved not
to touch her. She stepped out of her g-string and revealed to him her
shaven pussy, arousing him still more. She walked back over to him and
straddled him, wedging her knees between his hips and the chair arms,
lowering herself until his cock was pressing against the swollen lips of
her cunt. He could feel the heat and wetness of her as she began to
swivel her hips, moving fractionally downwards with each rotation.
When he was fully inside her she began to ride him, sliding her
up, down and around. Her head was thrown back and her eyes closed as she
moved, her breath coming in gasps. Her large were bouncing in
front of his face, tormenting him with the nearness. She gave a moan of
frustration and grabbed his hair, pushing his face into her cleavage.
Since it was obviously what she wanted he forgot his resolve and began
to fulfil his fantasies. He stroked, teased, massaged, licked, bit and
sucked her breasts, savouring each moan and gasp of pleasure she gave.
She was moving faster and faster now and he grasped her buttocks to help
her frenzied movements. He felt the shudders begin deep inside her and
then she came, her convulsing around his cock as she writhed
against him, triggering his own orgasm.
She lay against him for a moment composing herself, then rose and bent
over the desk to get some tissue. Unable to resist, he leant forward
and began to lick his off her. It wasn’t something he had ever done
before but he enjoyed the unique taste of their mingled juices and the
intimacy of the act. He thoroughly licked every part of her from
clit to ass-hole, dipping his tongue frequently into her dripping cunt.
He could hear her whimpering with pleasure until she cried out and
orgasmed . He sat back, satiated, and watched her dress, completely
forgetting what had begun their encounter until she reminded him.
"I was wondering headmaster, what would happen if the book club money
was short next month. Do you think I could, um, persuade you to
overlook it again?"
"I’m sure you could." he answered, smiling at the thought of a
repetition of the afternoon’s actions.
"I’ll look forward to it." she said as she left.
He had just finished straightening out his clothing when the phone
rang.
"I thought you used to be a Maths teacher." his bank manager’s voice
inquired. "This book club money has been added up wrong and you’ve got
an extra £100 from somewhere." He was smiling when he replaced the
receiver. He had been so distracted by the idea of fucking Angela he
had not checked his figures. But although she had not taken any money,
he had a feeling that next month there would be some missing. And he
smiled at the thought.
Copyright Vickie Morgan, 1998
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