It has never been my strong point to keep my mouth shut when dealing with my kids and their teachers. My daughter had a problem with maths, but she also hated the teacher on sight and this wasn’t helping her marks. Things got a bit hardcore however when I fucked her maths teacher after a parents night, for a pass.
Not everyone on this earth likes each other when the meet, this is a fact of life, and affects students and teacers too. But a teacher is paid to teach, even if they don’t like the kid he/she is teaching. My daughter hated her maths teacher, so I couldn’t wait to find out how he felt about her.
Intimate dating can get started up in the strangest of ways sometimes although, I have to admit this was the strangest, even for me.
At the parents teachers evening, I managed to get an appointment to see the dreaded Mr. Fox and he was actually quite hot. We discussed the problem, but he said he thought we ought to discuss it further so we arranged to meet for coffee at 9pm after parents night was over.
Waiting just around the corner from the school at a local coffee shop, I felt a bit self-conscious, but "the Fox" arrived at about 9pm, and immediately put me at my ease. He didn’t seem to be too concerned about my child’s maths marks and told me not to worry about them, this was a minor worry.
He was really friendly and we went to a local bar, where a few drinks later he invited me back to his house. I said yes, I am ashamed to say, I knew what he wanted to do, I know enough about math to realize that 1 + 1 adds up to 2.
Getting my panties off he turned me round and fucked me standing up, against the wall, pushing his cock hard inside me from the back. This guy was in a rush.
He got to the point and as we entered the front door pinned me up against the wall and stuck his hands up my skirt, pulling down my panties at the same time.
He fucked me while I was pinned against the wall, just picked me up by the legs and plopped me down on his cock. Pushing it hard inside me, with very little ceremony.Stumbling across o the lounge he carried me to the dining room table and sat me there while tearing at my top, and lying me back on the table. Hooking my legs around his back, I pulled him into me, harder and harder.
When we eventually finished and he had climaxed explosively I asked him to mark my efforts. Laughing he gave me an A+. But contrary to what you may think, he actually made the effort to teach my child after that interlude. I am not sure if it’s because he enjoyed it so much, or if he was worried I would take him to the school board?