1 comments/ 16118 views/ 15 favorites Muslim Teacher By: maxjax Life has a funny way of giving you exactly what you don't want. If a higher power does indeed exist then he must spend his existence sitting atop a soft, fluffy cloud thinking of ways to fuck with us ants just to see how we would react. The thought of having to return to my seven year prison had sent chills down my spine. Although this time I would be returning not as a prisoner but as a guard. I guess I'm being overly dramatic but when I kissed this school goodbye after form six I had no intentions of returning. Not even to say 'hello'. Not even to slash my math teacher's tires. Yet, here I sat in the staff room counting the ceiling tiles. It wasn't my choice to come back here. When I applied to work for the government I thought they would place me in a ministry or a hospital. Anywhere but here. After all, in these modern times, every institution needed IT staff. But no. The horrible beasts who work in whatever department allocates jobs saw where I went to school, saw that the school needed some new IT workers and plopped me down here. It wasn't that bad a job; the pay was nice and the benefits were superb. Disheartening. That's what it was. I had spent my formative years here. This was where I grew up. It wasn't bad but after crossing that big, blue archway almost everyday for seven years I had been craving something else and if I had known that I would someday return here permanently I would have tried to be less of a prick to the teachers. Presently, there was no one here I could call friend. I felt like their eyes were constantly judging me. This school was one of the better ones in the country and although I didn't do badly in university I certainly didn't do as well as some of my fellow students. They looked at me with such scorn and contempt and to be honest I couldn't blame them. A prefect I was not. Here I was surrounded by the people I used to tease and purposefully piss off until they got red in the face and short of breath. The person who sat next to me, Mr Owen, a short, bald man with a belly that entered a room hours before he did, was remarkably easy to irritate but hard to truly piss off but when you did it was truly a sight to see. Veins bulged not only on his forehead but on his entire skull, he would sweat and shake and spit while he screeched in his high pitched voice. I used to do my best to bring this reaction out of him. In my opinion, seeing Mr Owen pissed off was as beautiful a sight as the auroras. It's no wonder he pretends I don't exist now. Well, not everyone ignores me. While most of my former superiors are content to see me as furniture only to be used when they can't figure out a projector, I did have some comrades. Comrades. Not friends. I was one of the outcasts. This exclusive club featured Mr Lewis who spent his time in the school's junk room drinking puncheon rum with the cleaning staff and the occasional student, Mr Lutchman who sat by himself reading the newspaper all day and Mr Franklin who preferred to spend his time playing sports with the students. All of us had very little to do with the other staff members and even less to do with each other. That's just how things were. There was only one member of the teaching staff who didn't ignore me; Mrs Ferisha Khan. Every morning she would see me and flash the biggest, brightest, whitest smile at me and follow it with a 'Good Morning Jake' in her melodious voice. That was usually the extent of our interactions though. Her husband also taught here and it was obvious from the way he glared at me that I should stay away from his wife. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't attracted to Ferisha. This was an all boys school and in such schools female teachers are elevated to goddess status even if in reality they aren't all that. Ferisha wasn't like that though. She deserved her goddess status. My god she was perfect; she stood halfway between five and six feet, her chocolate brown skin was flawless and looked soft to the touch, her hair was covered by her hijab but I had seen it once in my school days and can attest to the fact that her black, waist length curls would bounce as she walked. She had an hourglass figure with a glorious set of breasts. They were D cups and looked amazing on a girl as short as her and her nipples had a habit of poking through both her bra and shirt. Her ass. My god her ass. These days any girl can have a nice ass if they squat enough. I was sure she didn't squat though. A squat-made ass is firm with little bounce or jiggle. This ass was a blessing from Allah himself. Every step she took sent shudders up her legs and made her ass move like waves on the ocean's surface. I found a great source of pride in being able to personally confirm the fact that her rear end was as soft and supple as it looked. How can I confirm this you ask? Well, like I said, I was a cocky little shit when I went here. It was in upper six. Our last set of exams were over and I was truly untouchable. They could give me detention, suspension, expulsion— whatever they wanted. It didn't matter. I would be gone. I decided to do one thing before I left for good. The one thing I wanted to do ever since I was in form one. I was going to grab Ferisha's ass. So serious was my dedication to this goal that I didn't even tell my friends because they might fuck it up somehow. This was a solo mission. I tracked her down and found her at the end of the school day packing her things in a now empty classroom. One of my old classrooms actually. The room was empty quickly. The second that final bell rang the students left and nothing short of diving intervention could make them stay back. Ferisha was alone looking just as beautiful as ever. I can still recall what she was wearing; a hot pink hijab that matched her sky blue shirt. A pair of nondescript slacks and black flats completed her look. It was evening and she looked exhausted but satisfied and, as usual, her beauty was breathtaking. I made my presence known. "Hello, miss." She jumped at the sound of my voice. "Oh, hello Jacob. What are you still doing here? Don't you have plans for your evening?" Ferisha knew me well, just like most teachers did. I had been terrorizing the school for seven years at that point. I stepped inside the room and made my way towards her. "Well I do but I got some time. I just wanted to talk to you about something." "Oh?" She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. She had a habit of pouting when she was confused. This only served to make her more cute and attractive. "What could that be?" This was it. I had gone over my plan dozens of times in my head. The school was empty. My heart was pounding in my chest but my hands were steady and my voice was as calm and deep as it ever was. I pointed to the whiteboard behind her. "I think you missed a spot miss." Ferisha turned with eraser in hand and I took my chance. In the blink of an eye my hand was touching what all other students could only fantasize about touching. "Ah! What are you-" A surprised squeak was all it was. She tried to pull away at first but I was rough. I remember being rough. I held her there and kneaded and played with her ass like it was putty in my hands. The innocent teacher squirmed as I had my way with her but her moans betrayed her and she ended up pushing her ass further into my grasp. I struggle to find the words to describe just how turned I was in this moment. Here I was in the middle of school, in a class that used to be mine, making the sexiest teacher in school moan as I fondled her butt. A thought entered my head. She was enjoying it. I could go all the way. My cock was already rock hard. Ferisha's two hands were flat against the whiteboard bracing her as she moved her hips, grinding her ass into my hands. I reached down to pull out my cock but at that moment the spell was broken. Someone laughed in the courtyard. We weren't caught but the danger of reality broke my play thing out of her spell. She faced me still out of breath. Her dark brown eyes were wide with surprise. It seems like she was still trying to process what just happened. Without a word to me she grabbed her things and nearly ran out of the class. The term ended soon after and I didn't get the chance to see my muslim beauty after our encounter in that classroom. Til this day I haven't told a soul. No one would believe me anyway. Deep down inside I suspected that I didn't want anyone else to know. Keeping it a secret made it that much more erotic. After I started university I had put that memory in the back of my mind only to be relived during those lonely nights when my hand was my only company yet here I was back where it all happened. I had always wondered if she was embarrassed, if I had crossed a line but her smile told me that she wasn't and I hadn't. Every time she called me 'Jake' my heart would skip a beat. She never called me that before. It was always 'Jacob' or 'Mr Coffey.' Only my friends ever called me 'Jake.' Every time those thick, juicy lips parted and I heard that word, 'Jake', I couldn't help but think of the possibilities. Over the years I had had more than my fair share of experiences with women and this seemed to be an obvious sign that she was interested. However, I wasn't the person I used to be. That brash, cocky, arrogant little prick was still very much alive but he was subdued. Bills needed to be paid and this job was too important to risk by reverting to my old ways. Plus, she was married and I wasn't exactly comfortable with ruining another relationship. Yes, I've ruined relationships; more than I care to admit. I wasn't a superstitious man but I some small part of me believed in karma and that all the pain and heartbreak I had caused would someday return to me. It was for these reasons that I left her alone but, it turned out that she wouldn't leave me alone. One day at work I got a page from the office telling me to report to a class where the teacher was having some technical difficulties and like a good little IT gnome I went to see what was up. When I turned up at the classroom I found it empty save for a projector that wasn't projecting and Ferisha. Stunning. That's all I can say. She looked stunning. Today's hijab was black and simple but her shirt was white and very tight. The top two buttons were loose and I got a good look at her ample cleavage. Her slacks were tight and seemed to stick to her skin and, to my honest surprise, the flats were gone. On her feet was a pair of white heels that made her calves taut and her ass seemed to stand at attention. My cock had never gotten so hard so fast in my entire life. This was too perfect; alone in an empty and secluded class with my teacher turned coworker who I was sure wanted me. *No,* I thought to myself. *You're a grown man now. You're at work. You have responsibilities.* Ferisha turned and noticed me standing in the doorway. Flashing me her usual perfect smile she said, "Hi Jake." Professional. That's what I had to be or at least pretend to be. "Good day Mrs Khan. I understand that you're having some trouble?" I pointed at the projector. Mrs Khan furrowed her brow and stuck out her bottom lip at me. "Mrs Khan? Please, Jake, call me Ferisha." Something weird happened when she said this. Something that hadn't happened to me since I was a very young boy learning the ropes of romance. I blushed. A noticeable heat spread through my face and I could feel my ears start to burn. "Oh. Sure. Ferisha." When she heard her name she smiled and I returned the smile. "What seems to be the problem?" "I can't get this stupid thing to work. Can you take a look at it for me? Pretty please?" Ferisha pouted at me once again and I felt the heat in my ears intensify as well as an intense need to fix that projector. That cursed projector that dared to break and upset her. "That's what I'm here for." I took the projector in hand but the problem was immediately evident. The power cord wasn't plugged in. I took the thick cable and stuck it into the slot and just like that it started to work. Ferisha closed the gap between us, put her hand around my waist and hugged me. I was extremely aware of her presence; her perfume smelled of strawberry and mango and her scent made my cock even harder, almost painfully so. I didn't return the hug. I couldn't. She wanted me. I knew this for sure now. A hug wouldn't be enough for me. I wanted to grab her and explore her body more thoroughly than I did in that classroom all those years ago. My mouth was salivating at the thought of kissing her, tasting her, fucking her. Rooted to the floor I stood. Indistinguishable from a statue. It was all I could do to remember that we were still at work, at a school no less, and we would definitely be caught. "You're so good at what you do..." The source of my pleasure and pain closed her eyes and sighed. "Mmmm you smell so good Jake." I licked my lips. "Thanks. I try." She looked up at me with those big brown eyes. "What's the matter Jake? I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?" Oh no. Shit. Fuck. I was being too distant. I could have ended things right there. I know I had to think about my job and her relationship but at the end of the day I'm a man and what sort of man would throw this chance away? "No. Believe me you're really not making my uncomfortable. I just...we're at school Ferisha." Her eyes lit up when I reminded her of that fact. "Is that all?" I nodded. She released me. "Well, Mr Coffey, thank you for sorting out the projector. I was hoping you could do me another favor though." "Of course Mrs Khan." "I've been having some computer troubles at home and I think that you can sort those out too. You can come by tonight. My husband won't be home." Not being stupid enough to miss that hint and being horny enough to not care about any possible repercussions I happily agreed to help her out that night. She smiled my favorite smile and I went on my way. The rest of the day was unproductive and I was very absent minded. All I could think about was the approaching night. --------------------------------- That day at around six o'clock I found myself outside of the Khan residence. It was nothing special; a standard two story affair that had been painted white and guarded by a high wall and an electric gate. Her phone rang twice and when she heard my voice she immediately opened the gate. I parked my car in the yard and took a deep breath. There was a checklist for times like these: showered? Check. Shaved? Check. Cologne? Check. Condoms? Bitches don't love condom dick, not check. There was only one more vehicle in the yard and it was the one she used to come to school. Her husband drove in his own car so he really wasn't home. I knocked on the door and it opened mere seconds later. What stood before me took my breath away. This was the first time I had seen Ferisha like this—in these clothes. She traded her office attire for a simple, comfortable set of clothes; a pair of tiny blue booty shorts that accentuated her curvy hips and round rear as well as her thick, sexy, legs and a plain white t-shirt that stopped right above her belly button and showed off her huge boobs. My cock twitched when I realized that I could see her nipples and dark areola through her t-shirt. Holding the door open she said to me, "Hey Jake! I'm so glad you came. Don't be a stranger now, come in and make yourself at home." Ferisha turned and walked inside with each step making her ass jiggle like a bowl of jello. All I could do was follow her so that's what I did. While she made her way to the kitchen she motioned me to sit down on the couch and wait for her. I took my place and for a second I remembered that I was supposed to be fixing a computer but, honestly, I didn't care. Ferisha joined me soon after with two ice cold beers in her hand. I chuckled. "Alcohol? In a muslim house? I'm shocked!" Sitting so close to me that the bare skin of her thigh was rubbing against my jeans she said, "We have pork too if you want." I laughed again. "Nah, I'm good. Where's this computer I'm supposed to be fixing?" "You know damn well I didn't invite you here to fix a computer Jake. You are here because it's time for you to take responsibility for your actions." My islamic doll turned on her side and came so close that she was basically sitting in my lap. For my part I just played it cool. Playing it cool was easier said than done. I could pretend to be civilized and cool headed all I want but on the inside I was still the same beast. The same terrible boy who girls complained of being too rough. The same girls who would always come back. I wanted to jam my tongue down her throat and fuck her like her husband never could, like no one but me could but I restrained myself. Years of playing this game had taught me the importance of restraint and control. There was such a thing as being too restrained though. I rubbed the back of her thigh and pulled her short, thick legs over me. I slowly massaged her thigh, going so far as to let my fingers slip underneath her shorts and dance on her ass. "Take responsibility for what?" I asked. "For what you started that day in that classroom. I know you haven't forgotten. You were the first person to do that to me; to grab me, to touch me. My entire life up till that point had been school, home and mosque and then it was work, home and mosque. Would you believe I never thought about sex? I really didn't. I'm not like one of those other girls you see who take of their hijab to get drunk and fuck around. No, I lead the life. I was a good girl. Then you came along and started a fire in me. Teenage boys will lust after any woman and I knew that they lusted after me but I didn't take it seriously. Not until you did what you did." She finished her little speech and looked at me like she had never looked at me before. Her eyes were deep pools of chocolate that stared into mine with a mixture of anger, reproach and raw lust. Her breathing had gotten heavier, her wonderful chest rapidly rose and fell. I had her right where I wanted her. I got heavier with my petting; squeezing, kneading and molding her fat ass as I saw fit. My fingers found a thong in her butt and I shifted it to the side and began to slowly play with her asshole. I felt her cheeks clench around my finger. It was obvious that she wasn't used to this sort of thing. Feeling wicked I asked, "I did all that? I'm impressed with myself. You're married though. Are you telling me that your husband can't take care of your needs? Or is he that incompetent?" My play thing closed her eyes and bit her lip. Unconsciously, her hips started to gyrate in reaction to my movements. When she spoke it was in a soft, strained voice. It seemed like even this small teasing was becoming too much for her. "N-no. He's fine but that's the problem. He's just fine. You have no idea, Jake, the kinda fantasies I have and he's just so boring. Every day I go to that school and I can feel the students watching me. I can feel them fucking me with their eyes and it turns me on so much. Every day I come home and my panties are soaking wet and instead of loving me, instead of touching me, instead of fucking his wife, my husband scorns me. He looks at me as if I am some sort of deviant. We have sex once a week but it's boring and mechanical. Like clockwork. Fifteen minutes of missionary isn't enough for me. The only reason I rushed to marry him in the first place was because of what you did. I wanted a man to take care of me. What I got was someone who's more repressed than I ever was." Every word she said made my heart beat faster and faster. I could feel the blood pulsing in my almost painfully hard cock. I grabbed her and lifted her on top of me. She made no move to resist not even when I yanked her shirt up and revealed her giant, dark, breasts, not even when I pushed down her shorts and slipped a hand inside her thong and began to play with her plump, smooth, sopping wet pussy. I began to kiss her chest and suck on her tits. Muslim Teacher "Tell me more. I wanna hear about those fantasies. I want to know everything." She wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled herself even closer to me. I was content to get lost in the scent of her perfume while I sucked on her breasts. My fingers made their way in and out of her hot cunt as she told me her innermost secrets as best she could, her words broken by moans. "My students, ah, I want them. When I'm sitting in my bathtub playing with, ah, myself I like to imagine me just being in class naked and surrounded by my students. I want them to put me on my knees. I want to be surrounded by cock. I want one in each hand, on between my tits and at least two in my mouth. I wanna suck them all off and get covered head to toe in their hot cum. My husband never finishes on me. The bastard always uses a condom. Sometimes...when he falls asleep...I would take the used condom and drink his cum from it. Just because I love the taste so much." *Holy fucking shit,* I thought to myself, *she really is a freak.* Hearing about her extreme fantasies and her dirty ways turned me on even more and I really didn't think that was possible. Now I was breathing almost as hard as she was. I unbuttoned my jeans and my fully erect dick sprang free. In no time at all Ferisha had took it in hand and began to slowly jerk me off. Her hand was soft and small and she slowly massaged her way up and down my shaft. When she got to the top she would use her thumb to gently but firmly tease my glans. If I was a less experienced man that would have been the end of me. "Come on you freak," I said, "Is that it? I know that's not all. A hot and freaky girl like you...I'm sure you tease those poor bastards." "Mmmm, yeah I do," she said, "When I'm in class and I'm feeling particularly horny I like to go and help a student out. I like to bend over and give him a good look at my tits while the guy next to us gets to enjoy having my ass in his face." I smiled a wolfish grin. "I bet those fuckers love that." She sighed. "I think so but, they never show it. I wish one of them would make a move. Like you did." Personally I was glad they didn't. Maybe if they did then I wouldn't be here now getting ready to make her dreams come true. The time for talk was over. I had reached my limit, enough with the restraint, enough with behaving myself. I wanted to fuck her. Now. I stood up with her held in my strong arms and she pointed me towards the bedroom. It was awkward moving while holding her and having my cock bouncing between my stomach and hers but I made it incident free. I laid her down and she wasted no time; she spread her legs and slid her hand beneath her thong and started playing with herself. The other hand was put to work rubbing her breast. She bit her bottom lip and looked at me. Her want, no, her need was obvious. I pulled off my shirt and threw my jeans to the side and stood before her with my throbbing erection in hand. She saw the look in my eyes and took of her t-shirt and her thong. She moved to take off her hijab. "No. Leave that on." Her hands froze and she gave me a dirty little smile but she left it on. There was something about seeing her in a hijab that turned me on. Most likely because I knew what it was supposed to represent; modesty, humility, morality and godliness. The thrill of seeing this girl who had pledged to live her life with modesty, humility, morality and godliness laying before me playing with her fat cunt was a turn on that I can't even describe. I remembered that she was bored of missionary so I put a put a little twist on it. I wasn't sure if she was flexible enough for this but I did it anyway; I stood before her at the end of the bed and grabbed her ankles and as I put my knees on the bed I lent forward and pushed her ankles back until they were behind her ears. To my relief she wasn't uncomfortable. On the contrary, she was looking more excited than ever. From this angle I had easy access to both her pussy and her ass. Nefarious thoughts swirled through my head as I regarded her lower hole but I would deal with that later. That overflowing pussy would take priority. With her ankles safely behind her ears I slapped my cock on her pussy and rubbed my length along her folds. I couldn't believe how hot she was. The heat emanating from her most private of places was wonderful. Her juices mixed with my pre-cum and seeing as we had more than enough lubricant I lent forward and inserted my full eight inch length inside of her. My god she was tight. I almost had to force myself into her even though she was so wet. Her pussy was like a vice that grabbed my cock and refused to let go. Every single inch that I sank into her elicited a pleasured moan from her and made my hot cock twitch. If I wasn't careful I would cum too soon. Eventually I managed to hilt myself inside of her. I got rough now. I grabbed her tits and began to fuck her in earnest while massaging those wonderful brown orbs. I pulled myself back until the tip of my cock was barely inside and slammed back into her. Slap. Slap. Slap. The only sounds that could be heard was the loud slaps of my groin hitting hers as I pounded her wet cunt and her increasingly loud moans. "Oh yeah baby, ah ah ah, fuck me Jake. FUCK ME!" Fuck her I did. As hard and as fast as I could. Her bedroom was enclosed and eventually both of us were panting for breath and pouring with sweat. It wasn't long before her entire body started shaking, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she came. I stayed balls deep inside of her to let her enjoy her climax. For all I knew this could have been her first one. When it was over she looked at me. Her legs straightened out and she pulled me closer to her and kissed me. It was a dirty, sloppy, kiss. Our tongues wrestled and we tasted each others saliva. I wasn't done with her though. I lay on the bed next to her and she looked at me confused. "Come on babe hurry up. I wanna taste that pussy." My words were immediately understood. She tried to get up but fell back down. Her knees were weak. A smile was all I could muster. Lots of guys can say they fuck their girls until they can't walk but I actually did it. I helped her out by grabbing her waist and positioning her on top of me. Poor Ferisha, she was obviously not used to this. She was like a rag doll and collapsed on top of me but she didn't want to disappoint. She started sucking my cock with such fervor that it made toes curl. "AH. Oh fuck yeah. Suck my balls too babe." She happily obliged and began took my balls into her mouth while jacking off my cock. Not being one to get and not give I got to work as well. I began to finger-bang her cunt while licking her engorged clit and I was rewarded with a veritable river of her love nectar. I took it all in my mouth and enjoyed the taste of both me and her. This sensation, of being finger-banged while I licked her clit, was too much for her. Her body locked up and she came once again. This time she squirted and I was showered with a stream of her juices. Every time she clenched a new wave would descend upon me but I didn't give a fuck. I drank as much as I could. This time she collapsed and couldn't find the strength to get up but this wasn't over. She got hers twice. It was my turn now. I got out from under her and set her flat on her stomach. I got on top of her with all my weight supported by my muscular arms and lent in to whisper to her ear. She bit her lips and giggled and managed to gather the strength to move her arms and hold her butt cheeks open for me. Now I would have fun. If she thought I was rough before then she would get a wake up call now. The beast inside of me broke free of his chains. Her ass was even tighter than her pussy but I didn't give a fuck. I used every ounce of strength and force to jam my cock into her tight backdoor in one move. She clenched her teeth and hissed in pain but made no move to stop me. I grabbed her shoulders and used her as a brace while I did my best to ruin her asshole forever. Again and again and again I slammed into her with full force. My arms were burning and the bed was shaking so loud I was sure the neighbors could have heard. Ferisha wasn't silent anymore. "YESSSSS! OH MY FUCKING GOD YESSSS! FUCK MEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!" I couldn't even reply. All I could do was fuck her harder. Her pussy was nothing compared to her ass and my cock felt raw and battered. I was going to explode. I pulled myself out of her and came with thunderous force. My cum splattered her back and made a mess out of her pretty hijab. I jerked my cock to make sure that was it but I was so sensitive that doing that almost hurt. The pleasure was unreal. I fell forward on top of her and I could feel my cum on my chest. I was so exhausted that I could've just laid on top of her and fell asleep but I knew I couldn't stay. I got up and I saw that her ass was still gaping, a result of my rough treatment. I checked the time. "Oh shit. Ferisha it's eight o'clock. What time is he gonna be home?" But Ferisha was still in heaven. She was dazed and confused and her smile now seemed permanent. Somehow she managed to reply. "About...about...usually...about...midnight." I breathed a sigh of relief. We had time but still I had to leave. The neighbors would definitely talk and even if she wasn't thinking about the consequences then I felt that I had to. There was no time to shower so I just stood by her head and she took my now flaccid cock into her mouth and sucked me clean. I was still so sensitive that I ended up cumming again. The load wasn't as big this time but she still licked her lips and swallowed it all. I lent low, until my face was in front of hers. Her eyes were closed and her lipstick was stained. I kissed her. She kissed me. "Bye babe. Make sure you get cleaned up." "Mmhmm." She rested her head back down. I got dressed and right as I was about to leave I heard her speak. "I'll see you on Monday. Jake."