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Parents Evening Ch. 01

By: Teachgirl_Menderman



I've been reading stories on Literotica.com for a couple of years and thoroughly enjoy them. If there is a story that I particular enjoy then I'll look up the details of the author and their other stories. One recent story that I enjoyed was "Carly in New York" by Teachgirl so I clicked onto her biography for more information.

You can imagine how shocked and stunned I was to see a photograph of my daughter's school teacher, Miss Simpson, as the accomplished author. Her photo was stunning and it made me thoroughly horny, combining her good looks with the erotic story I had just enjoyed. I had pictured fucking her during the story due to the great description of her exploits in New York. I leaned back in my high back chair looking at my monitor stroking my cock through my jeans as I pictured this gorgeous author teaching my little girl English, while in the evening writing erotic stories.

Over the next couple of weeks I looked at her photo each evening after my daughter went to bed. Being a single parent with a young girl it gives me time to spend evenings in front of the computer looking at porn and reading Literotica stories. Before readers huff & puff, it is cheaper than heading off down the bar drinking and leaving my kiddie home alone. There is a lock on the den door so Susie can't catch me out unannounced. I started to fantasise about young Miss Simpson; one afternoon after school Susie and I sat outside school in my pickup so she could point out Miss Simpson to me. When Miss Simpson emerged there was no mistaking her for matching the photo, and I was slightly ashamed to grow hard seeing her in real life; I was also very excited to see my favourite teacher. I was pleased that my thick jeans hid my hardness from my daughters view. I could hardly wait for Susie to head to bed that night as I needed relief, and that came soon after her bedtime with Miss Simpson's photo in half the screen and her story "Quarters" in the other half. A roll of kitchen paper towels was kept in a desk drawer for just such occasions.

In fact I think I became a bit infatuated with Miss Simpson by discreetly following her home one afternoon after arranging Susie's babysitter to collect Susie from school that afternoon. I even managed to get some photos of her on my new digital SLR camera with a telephoto lens. This gave me the opportunity to enlarge the photo on the screen so I could admire her cute face and even cuter figure. I now had the serious hots for Miss Simpson, and these were dangerous thoughts and desires for meeting her and enjoying myself.

It had been over five years since Susie's mother had abandoned both of us, citing the pressure of motherhood as her reason for leaving. Well over the next five plus years I have fully understood that in addition to holding down a full time job. My life has been totally devoted to Susie, wanting to provide enough love for two parents so that she does not feel that she is missing anything at all due to our single parent situation. This devotion has meant that I don't get out much as I don't have much spare money to be able to avoid a babysitter in addition to the costs of a night out in the hope of meeting some nice lady; let alone a nice lady that wants to take on a young girl as well. Sexual satisfaction has been the internet and my right hand. Some times I have contemplated the services of an escort but always bottled out when I start trying to put the money together. I then feel guilty of what long term benefits that hours worth of paid pleasure could provide Susie instead. Broadband internet and a kitchen roll is cheaper, less risky, but probably less satisfying than an escort.

One Friday Susie brought home a school newsletter saying that parents' night was coming up in two weeks. I had the opportunity to meet Miss Simpson, close up in the flesh. Now I had to find a way to chat to her and ask her out. Not only was she amazingly beautiful, but I had it in my mind that she was a sex kitten who probably fucked like a rabbit. That night I had the most amazing wank while I flicked through her photos on the screen.

Over the next two weeks I started talking to more women at work and while shopping to hone my conversation skills. Sorry, let be correct here .... to rediscover my conversation skills rather than hone them.

The week before parents' evening I shaved regularly, had a haircut, washed & ironed my best clothes and prepared myself for asking Miss Simpson out for dinner.

Friday evening came and at 6.20 pm I sat down in front of Miss Simpson for my allotted 10 minutes to discuss my child's progress at school and find time to squeeze in a dinner invitation.

Sitting in the chair I was instantly mesmerized by her outstanding beauty, her warm personality and her amazing breasts, whose shape and size were fully highlighted by the narrow horizontal stripes of her sweater. I did wonder if her attire was intended to tease the fathers of her students. If it was it was working and I thoroughly enjoyed it, and if it wasn't then she wouldn't have any idea what effect she was having on my loins below the table. We talked about Susie's skills and progress, her hard work in class and I was visibly proud of her; but all of a sudden Miss Simpson was summarising and thanking me for coming in. She stood to shake my hand and now her breasts filled my visual horizon totally; and god they looked amazing. I just wanted to reach out and take them in my hands to feel their warmth and weight before kissing her on the lips. I was snapped out of my daydream as she stood there offering me her hand,

"Thank you for coming in Mr Mender, not all parents show such interest and devotion to their children's education as you obviously do." She said to me and flashed a perfect smile.

Finally I started to stand, my eyes still firmly latched onto her chest, it had to be very obvious to Miss Simpson as I finally started to reach forward to take her hand. I eventually managed to lift my eyes up to look into her beautiful face and her eyes. I could see that she had tagged me as a typical guy who stares at tits before the person; I was probably doomed but I was determined to ask her out anyway.

Taking a deep breath and putting on my most sincere and friendly voice, " Miss Simpson as a token of my appreciation for educating Susie so well I would like to invite you out to dinner."

There seemed to be a long pause that seemed like minutes to me as she looked into my eyes before finally replying.

"Mr. Mender, I appreciate the offer, but I don't socialize with parents of my students. I find it is much safer that way." She said and smiled her perfect smile.

I stood staring at her beautiful face, contemplating my next move. Could I push on or should I just drop it and move on? I was confident that her picture was on Literotica but I still did not have confirmation that she had actually written the stories. It could still be a case of picture theft which I have found very prevalent on the internet. 

My mind was toying with all the possibilities and I felt myself leaning towards dropping the whole subject and moving on when my hardening cock took control of my thoughts for a moment.

"Miss Simpson, I am sorry but I simply wanted to discuss a couple of great stories I have recently come across." I said and I felt myself fly past the point of no return.

"Mr Mender, we can meet anytime here after school if you would like to discuss literature. You can come in after last period and we can talk with Susie here, I would love to talk to you both. She is such a lovely girl." Miss Simpson responded, her sweet smile still dominating her face.

"Well, Miss Simpson, these particular stories I want to discuss I think are a little over my daughter's head. They are "Carly in New York" and "Quarters". Are you familiar with them?" I said.

I saw her smile fade quickly and fear appear in her bright eyes. I had my confirmation. I had struck pay dirt and I needed to nail my next move.

"I would rather not discuss these particular works with my daughter present. Would you be free to meet me later tonight at the library?" I asked, trying to stay nonchalant and calm while my pants were threatening to explode.

"Uh, well, I have more appointments." She stammered, obviously flustered.

"I understand, what time is your last one?" I asked, trying so hard to stay calm.

"My last one is...uh, at 7:00." She continued, trying to regain her composure.

"Wonderful, I will meet you in the fiction section at 7:30. Thank you so much for your time. It was a pleasure to meet you." I said and walked out of her classroom, leaving her open-mouthed and obviously stunned.

I left the classroom and passed the next couple waiting to see her. I stopped as they entered the classroom and turned to look. Miss Simpson was still in shock and obviously going through the motions as she greeted them. What was going through her mind? Would she show up? What would I do if she did? What would I do if she didn't?

I turned and headed towards the parking lot as I thought about all the questions flowing through my mind. My pants were incredibly tight but I needed to quickly devise a plan. I walked to my car and drove slowly to the library.

I entered the library around 10 minutes to 7:00. I had 40 minutes to come up with my next move. I had gone down this path and now I had to keep going or just crash and burn. I looked around for a quiet place and found a small table at the edge of the fiction section. It was big enough to spread out some books but small enough to fit in a relatively secluded section. I sat down and started to take notes of my surroundings.

The table was set up in a way that the opposite side was hidden by the shelf but it allowed a great view of the front door and the front desk from my chair. This would be perfect. I reached over and grabbed a few books and spread them out on the table. I took out a notepad and pen to start devising my plan.

I had just finished scribbling down a full page of notes when I noticed the clock on the wall. It was 7:28, I felt my breathing quicken and my nerves start to act up. I tried to calm down, slowing my breathing and trying to clear my head. I had to stay calm because there was a good chance she would not be. I did not want a scene and I had to be prepared to quickly convince her that she didn't need one either.

I felt myself start to relax and my cock started to harden again at the thought of Miss Simpson sitting across from me. I glanced over at the front door and saw it open and she walked in. I watched her walk slowly towards the back of the library, closing the distance between us as she did. She had not noticed me yet as I watched her. Her sweater was still displaying her breasts quite nicely. Her black skirt was a little below her knees and flowed gracefully as she walked. Her legs were encased in black nylons, I wondered if they were pantyhose or stockings. I smiled as I realized I would most likely find that out very soon.

She turned the corner and saw me sitting at the table. She walked over slowly and sat down. I looked at her eyes and saw they were red and puffy. She had been crying. I felt my heart tug as I didn't want this beauty to be sad but then what did I expect. I had exposed her and she was scared. I realized that was an unfortunate side effect but it still made me sad. I looked at her for a minute without speaking. She was fooling around in her purse and I saw her pull out a tissue and dry her eyes. 

"Thank you for coming." I said. She just nodded.

"I am sorry you are upset." I said. She looked at me directly.

"What do you want?" She mumbled.

"Just to talk a little. Would that be ok?" I said.

I saw her look at me and nod slightly.

"I am assuming from your reaction that you wrote those stories. Is that true?" I asked.

She nodded. 

"Please don't tell anyone. I could lose my job if anyone found out. I need my job." She said, her pleading voice cracking.

"Why did you post your picture?" I asked her.

"I did it as a dare. My girlfriend and I were at my house last month and she said I would get more readers and comments if I had a picture. I never thought anyone would see it and recognize me." She said.

"So your girlfriend knows you write erotic stories?" I said.

"Yes, most of them are about her and her fantasies but she doesn't write very well so I wrote them for her." She said.

"Most of them? So some of them are your fantasies?" I asked.

I saw her lower her head and nod slightly.

"How many others have you written?" I asked and I saw her hesitate to answer.

"Miss Simpson, you are not in a position to lie to me. I know this is uncomfortable but you are lucky in that I am not an evil man. If you cooperate with me you will not be hurt and maybe we can have a little fun in the process." I said and looked right in her eyes.

I saw her come to terms with her situation and she sighed deeply.

"I have written under two other names, blondefungirl & blondefungirl2." She said softly.

"Well, you are full of secrets, aren't you?" I said.

She just stared at me, waiting to see what my next move would be. I wondered if I wanted to go through with my plan. She had not reacted as bad as I had feared. She was upset but she seemed to be accepting of her situation. The next part of my plan would test how accepting she was.

"So tell me, Miss Simpson, are those stockings you have on or pantyhose?" I said.

She looked at me, a little taken aback by the bluntness of my question. I saw her thinking; I knew she was trying to figure out a way out of her situation. I waited patiently as she struggled until I heard a soft sound escape her lips.

"Stockings." She whispered.

"That is lovely. I much prefer that to pantyhose. Don't you agree?" I said.

She nodded hesitantly while she searched my face for some clue of where this was going.

"What color and kind of panties do you have on?" I asked.

She hesitated again and I could tell she was getting scared. I saw her eyes start to well up. I stared at her calmly, waiting for the answer.

"Pink lace." I heard her whisper.

"Very nice, would you please take them off and give them to me?" I said, surprising myself in how I was able to stay calm since my crotch was now very tight and on fire.

Her tears began to flow down her lovely cheeks.

"Please, Mr. Mender, don't make me do this. What else can I do for you? Please....." she said between her sobs.

"Miss Simpson, I don't think the request is so bad. You have on a nice skirt and you are hidden from view. No one will see anything. Of course, if you don't want to I can fire off that email I have composed to the superintendent." I said, the plan now in full swing and truly past the point of no return.

She continued to cry as I saw her reach below the table and shift in her seat. She lifted her hand and placed a pair of small pink lace panties in my hand. They were beautiful, very soft and relatively sheer. Very hot and sexy for a conservative schoolteacher. My little minx obviously had a few more secrets for me to uncover. I put them in my pocket.

She had stopped crying and was wiping her eyes with her tissue. I wondered how far I could take my plan tonight and if I should stop and not press it too fast. I decided to see if she could handle the next request.

"Does your bra match these lovely panties, Miss Simpson?" I asked.

She nodded again.

"Then would you please show me?" I said.

"Please ..... don't make me do this..... Please, I am begging you," her eyes brimming with tears.

"Miss Simpson?" I simply queried.

"Please," as tears rolled down her sweet cheeks.

I slowly and minutely shook my head in response.

She looked around to make sure no one could see her and then lifted her sweater slowly until it was up over her breasts. I was staring at a lovely pink lace bra. Her breasts were gorgeous and the cleavage spilling over the top of the bra was absolutely breathtaking. I watched her chest rise and fall with her breathing as she held her sweater up to her chin.

"That is lovely. You can lower your sweater now." I said.

She lowered her sweater and shifted in her seat.

"Now, I want to see that cute little bra trick you girls do. You can give me that pretty little bra to complete my collection." I said.

I could see her eyes register her situation and she pulled her arm in through the sleeve. I could see her arms moving under her sweater and then she stuck her arm back into the sleeve and pulled the bra out of the other sleeve. I had seen this many times and it still amazed me. She put the pink lace bra in my hand. I placed it in the same pocket.

"Very good, dear. This has gone quite well. You are a very lovely girl and I promise you that I will do nothing to hurt you or put you in any kind of danger. Now I plan on testing the limits of your morality but you will come to no physical harm. Do you understand?" I asked.

She shook her head up and down slowly.

"I will be in touch with you every now and then and we'll just see where this goes. Now you can report me of course but you take a chance on the consequences you will suffer from that being far worse than anything I will put you through. Now, I have one last request. I have been infatuated by your chest all night. Would you be so kind as to lift your sweater and show me your beautiful breasts?" I said.

"Please Mr Mender, haven't you humiliated me enough tonight and taken my pride?" she begged.

"Miss Simpson, your friend gave you some very poor advice and you were unwise enough to follow it. You have put yourself in this unfortunate position. I am now in the fortunate or unfortunate position, depending on which way you view it, to ruin your career and your standing in our community. I truly don't want to do that but I find that your beauty is affecting my judgement. Now you can accept this situation and do as you are told or I will ruin your life. I am not going to ask much of you, and I promise not to harm you; but you have to decide now what direction your life is going to go from here in the next minute."

The tears ran down her cheeks. I felt like a complete and utter bastard. My cock was rampant in my pants under the table. This was make or break time.

She raised her sweater again to her chin. I was now staring at the most perfect breasts I had ever laid eyes upon. They were large but firm and stood proudly out from her chest. Her nipples were brown and beautiful. I sat transfixed as I watched them move slightly with every breath she took. I could have sat there all night but I saw someone approaching so I motioned for her to pull down her sweater. She quickly pulled it down, seconds before a young man turned the corner and stood right next to her. I saw his eyes pass over her and pause briefly before he turned to look at the shelf.

"Thank you for your time, Miss Simpson. We will discuss this situation further later. I will be in touch." I said, very professionally and stuck out my hand.

She stood up and shook my hand. I watched her breasts move under her sweater. She picked up her purse and turned to leave. The young man and I watched her ass move nicely under her skirt as she walked away. I looked up at him and caught his eyes. He looked away quickly but not before I caught the look of lust in them. My mind raced with all the possibilities that stood before me. I got up and started my trek home.

I looked in on Susie and told her how proud I was of her; and the glowing report I had received from her teacher Miss Simpson. I kissed her gently on the forehead, wishing it were Miss Simpson before turning and heading out to my own bedroom.

Images of Miss Simpson filled my mind, both fully clothed as my daughter's teacher and with her breasts exposed as my new play toy; to be enjoyed whenever I wanted. I stepped in the shower and stood under the hot beads of water as I undressed her again in my mind. Soaping my heavy balls and the tip of my cock made me groan out loud as I envisioned those glorious dark nipples riding atop such beautiful tits. My mind raced with all the possible things I could do. Soon there was more than just soap washing down the drain.


Parents Evening Ch. 01



For the next couple of weeks my mates at work commented on how happy I looked as I still had a broad smile plastered across my face following parent's evening. Shortly after that I managed to get three good tickets to a basketball game in town; and I had plans on how to enjoy them.

The Tuesday before the game I sent Susie to school with a note to give to Miss Simpson inviting to her to the game with us. The note was more than an invite, it was a summons; which gave no choice as to whether attendance was optional or not. The 'invitation' was very specific on what should be worn when Susie and I collected Miss Simpson from her home on the Friday evening.

I would dearly have loved to have seen Miss Simpson's face as she read and digested her invitation, but you can't have everything in life!

Friday evening I was all spruced up and Susie & I were heading across town to pick up Miss Simpson. She hadn't responded to my invitation, I assumed that she was coming. Susie thought it was kind of neat that Daddy was taking her teacher to the game and she thought it was kind of nice that her daddy was dating again.

As soon as the pickup rolled to a stop on Miss Simpson's drive the front door opened and this vision of beauty stepped out onto the porch and walked very hesitantly towards the pickup. Susie was out of the pickup & running towards her teacher as soon as the vehicle stopped.

"Hi Miss Simpson, I'm so happy you are coming to the game with us." Susie gushed.

Miss Simpson gave a nervous smile back to Susie and looked up to see the driver's door open.

"Good evening Miss Simpson," I smiled in greeting.

"Hi," she simply replied as she walked around the front of the pickup. I could tell she was grateful that Susie had jumped in first on to the long bench seat.

I was very pleased to see that she had followed my written instructions to the letter; she was stunning as she sat there. I watched as she pulled the seat belt across and the strap fitted neatly between her proud breasts. I quickly reversed out and joined the traffic as I didn't want to start getting a hardon with my daughter sitting next to me. It was a quick ten minute drive to the game and we got parked easily.

Susie held my hand and walked between us as we headed into the stadium, grabbed some refreshments and took our seats. I took several opportunities to gaze sideways and admire Miss Simpson. Her red blouse had a slight shimmer to it that highlighted her perky breasts in her tight bra that pushed her cleavage upwards to show admiringly between the top unfastened two buttons of her blouse. A tight waisted figure-hugging mid-thigh length black skirt showed off her ass and thighs to perfection. Silky black stockings encased her fine legs, all supported on a pair of black pumps.

Susie, at the last minute, ducked around Miss Simpson with a cute "You sit next to Daddy, Miss Simpson," leaving her no choice but to sit next to me. I smiled broadly at her as I leaned across to offer the popcorn to her and Susie.

As I leaned over to allow Susie to gather some popcorn I was inches away from her lovely cleavage. I tried to burn the image into my brain as I gazed upon a perfect sight. The bra was pushing her large breasts up and the two open buttons allowed one to see the incredible cleavage but not the bra. This created a very classy look without being slutty. I wanted to show off my prize but slutty she was not.

I sat back and saw her let her breath out slowly. I looked down at her legs and saw that the skirt had pulled up a little as she sat. It was about 5 or 6 inches above her knees and showing quite a lot of her lovely thighs. As I was looking down at them I noticed a young man sitting in the row in front of us also looking at her. He was sitting in the seat in front of Susie and turned slightly towards his friend. This position gave him a perfect view of Miss Simpson's legs. I felt my cock harden as I watched him stare.

The teams were introduced and then we were asked to stand for the national anthem. I looked down to see her right hand held over her heart as the song was playing, her thumb resting in her beautiful cleavage. The song flew by and we sat back down. I noticed as she sat her skirt pulled up again, she reached down and pulled it back down towards her knees. I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"You look lovely tonight, my dear. From now on when you sit down you will not pull your skirt down. I want to see those lovely legs. Do you understand?" I said.

She turned to look at me and I saw anger in her eyes. She nodded slowly but I could tell she would rip my throat out if she felt she could get away with it.

"Miss Simpson, look, that's my favorite player! Wait until you see him play. Do you like basketball?" I smiled as I watched her turn to engage Susie. My poor little minx would have to play two distinct roles tonight. For me she was my obedient slut and to my daughter the gentle loving teacher. I chuckled.

My daughter's favorite player made a great play and slammed the ball. The crowd all rose in applause and I saw Susie drag Miss Simpson to her feet. I stood and smiled, watching her clap her hands and her gorgeous breasts bouncing with every clap. I noticed the young man in front of us was also enjoying the show. The crowd took their seats and I watched Miss Simpson sit and try very hard to keep her hands off her skirt. It had pulled up a little farther than before and I could catch a glimpse of her stocking top. My cock became a little happier.

I saw the young man glance back again and I had a devious idea. I leaned over to whisper to Miss Simpson. 

"I need you to lean over to Susie and ask her questions about the game. As you do I want you to move your right leg closer to her but do not move your left. Your stockings are lovely and I want to see more." I said.

She did not even look at me. I saw her take a deep breath and lean over to Susie. She shifted her right leg and this caused her skirt to ride up even farther. I was able to see more of her lovely stocking but I figured this would create a lovely view for our new friend. I knew I was correct when I saw him glance back again. His eyes got big as he stared at her legs. I knew he was looking deep into her crotch, possible even glimpsing her black lace panties. I saw him struggle to turn back to the game and then take another quick glance.

I watched him lean over and whisper something to his buddy. His friend was sitting directly in front of Miss Simpson. I saw him shuffle in his seat and then turn around like he was reaching for something. He was looking straight between her legs and I know he was able to see her cute panties. He stared for a second and turned around. Miss Simpson finished talking to Susie and straightened back up. Her legs came back together but her skirt was now up even higher.

"Daddy, I need to go to the bathroom. Can Miss Simpson take me?" Susie yelled to me over the roar of the crowd. 

"Yes, honey, if Miss Simpson is ok with that?" I responded.

"Miss Simpson, will you take me to the bathroom, please." Susie said, looking at her teacher.

"Sure, Susie, I will take you." I heard her say in a sweet voice. I sensed she was happy for the opportunity to get away from me.

I leaned over to her and whispered. "When you return from the bathroom I need to see another button open." I said quickly and leaned back over.

Miss Simpson got up quickly and escorted Susie out of the row. I saw my two young friends watching her leave. I sat there as wicked thoughts flew across my brain.

"She's sweet, isn't she?" I said without moving.

I saw the two young men turn around and look at me. I looked down and caught their eyes. I saw a little fear that they had been caught staring.

"It's ok, she loves it when you look. Did you enjoy the view?" I asked.

"Dude, she is smoking. Those stockings are hot and I could see all the way up to her panties." One of them said.

I smiled at them and said, "Yes, she is very good looking. She is also a tease and she's a little hard to control, if you know what I mean."

I saw their eyes light up. "No shit! What kind of stuff does she do?"

"You mean other than flashing her panties to you?" I asked.

I could see him blush a little. "Listen, we are going to get something to eat later. You two follow us. She has always had this fantasy of getting felt up in a crowd. Do you think you could help her out?"

"Oh man, you have to be kidding. Are you serious?" they asked.

"Very serious, you have to be subtle but follow us and stand behind us if you are interested." I said and saw Miss Simpson and Susie coming back up the stairs.

I sat back up straight and waved back to Susie, pulling her young teacher by the hand up the stairs. I could tell form here that the third button had done exactly what I thought. I could see an inch or two of her black bra as she moved. I watched her scoot past the people on our row to get to her seat. I noticed the guys in the row were staring at her lovely ass as it passed before them. She reached her seat and sat.

I looked down and saw the top of her bra exposed. It was incredibly hot. I leaned over to her.

"Very nice, my dear, are you having fun tonight?" I asked.

She looked at me again and I could see anger again. "Loads" was all she said.

We continued to watch the game; every so often Susie would drag Miss Simpson to her feet. This allowed me to see her lovely legs exposed more and more as she sat back down. I saw my two new friends were not lost on that fact as well.

There was two minutes to go until halftime and I leaned over to say something to Susie. It was hard to concentrate with such wonderful cleavage inches from my face but I persevered.

"Honey, do you want to go get a hot dog at halftime?" I asked Susie.

"Yes, daddy. I am hungry. Miss Simpson, do you want a hot dog?" Susie said, bouncing in her seat.

"Sure Susie that would be fine." Miss Simpson replied.

I saw the young man in front of Miss Simpson turn and glance at me. I smiled back.

Halftime came and I said it was time. Susie jumped up and grabbed Miss Simpson's hand. We worked our way down the row to the stairs. We started down and I saw the two young men working their way down their aisle. We followed the crowd down to the concession stand and got in the enormous line. It wasn't really a line but more of a mob slowly inching their way to the window. We were surrounded by people and I saw the two young men directly behind us.

I worked my way to the front of Miss Simpson and leaned over to talk to Susie. She was leaning back with Miss Simpson's hands on her shoulders.

"One hot dog and one coke, right Susie bird?" I said.

"Right daddy." She said.

I stood up and looked at Miss Simpson. "What would you like Miss Simpson?" I asked.

"A hot dog and coke would be fine." She said.

I moved closer to her ear and whispered. "You will not respond whatsoever to anything that happens in this line. Do you understand?" I said.

She turned to look at me. I could see she was a little surprised that I would try anything with my daughter so close by.

"Do you understand?" I asked again.

She still looked a little uncertain but nodded her head. I could tell she felt safe with Susie leaning against her. I looked over her shoulder and nodded slightly to the young man now directly behind her. I watched him move closer and then I saw her flinch and her eyes open wide. She was staring straight ahead as I slid to her side. I saw he had his hand directly on her ass and was squeezing. I watched her skirt scrunch up under his hand. The crowd was so thick I don't know if anyone else could see other than his buddy who was right next to him.

He continued to massage her left ass cheek and then I saw his friend grab her right cheek. They worked it around a little and then I saw them slowly pulling up her skirt. I saw them slide their hands under her skirt. I knew they were now touching her skin over her stockings and running their hands across her ass, encased in pretty black lace.

I leaned forward a little and caught Miss Simpson's gaze. She stared at me, the anger boiling in her eyes. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"You are being very nice and cooperative this evening. I will have to reward you later." I said with a smile.

"How could you do this with your daughter right here? You are a pig!" she said in my ear.

"Yes, my dear, all men are pigs, you should know that by now. Would you like me to have them stop?" I asked.

"Yes, please." She said in a much calmer voice.

"Are you willing to exchange something for that favor?" I asked.

"Like what?" she said.

"Like your pretty little panties." I responded.

I could see her mind working, trying to decide what was worst. As she was staring straight ahead I saw her flinch again. I could only imagine what was happening there under her skirt. She turned to look at me.

"Fine, please make them stop." She said.

I turned to the young men and gave them the stop signal across my throat. I could see they were disappointed but they pulled their hands out from under her skirt, but not before getting one last squeeze. Her skirt fell softly back over her beautiful backside.

We were almost to the window as the crowd moved forward a bit more. The person in front of us finished and turned to leave. We moved to the window and placed our order. The young teenager taking the order had trouble focusing as Miss Simpson's breasts were diverting his attention.

We got our food and turned to leave. I saw her turn and come face to face with one of the young men. Her hands were full as she stood there and was unable to stop him from squeezing her left breast slightly as he moved to the side to let her through. I watched in glee as we excused ourselves through the crowd and every man we passed stared hard at her chest.

As we were walking back to our seats, I saw Miss Simpson say something to Susie. She then turned to me and said, "I am taking Susie to the bathroom." She and Susie piled their food and drinks on me and went into the bathroom. I wandered over to a shelf to set the food down and wait.

They emerged a few minutes later and came up to get their food. I gave Susie her hot dog and drink and then did the same for Miss Simpson. As she took her drink she passed something to me and I took it. She and Susie turned to start walking back to our seats and I opened my hand to see a small pair of black lace panties. I slipped them into my pocket and then followed a perfect ass back to our seats.

This was going beyond even my wildest fantasies; while I had dreamed of Miss Simpson and her amazing body during the week I had never imagined I would be this outrageous with her, especially in the company of my daughter, and in public. My wish to enjoy her company was becoming a fantasy of control; and to be honest I was thoroughly enjoying myself, much to Miss Simpson's obvious disgust. My original plan for tonight had just been to sit next to her admiring her legs in stockings and her full breasts encased in a nice bra and blouse while we enjoyed the game together with Susie. But now I had her fragrant panties in my hand and her beautiful breasts on show to those with wandering eyes to enjoy at their leisure. To be honest I wasn't sure where the rest of the evening was taking us. My selfish actions by embarrassing Miss Simpson in public had undoubtedly taken me to the top of her shitlist and any chance of this developing romantically had long gone.

As I sat down next to Miss Simpson again I couldn't help but admire, and lust after, her stockinged legs and the odd glimpse of cleavage whenever she moved. She was so beautiful in a very angry sort of way and that seemed to add to her beauty and my desire. I fought to control myself as I wanted to stroke her thigh so badly, and to be honest get under her skirt to discover the jewel between her thighs.

The second half of the game started and it took my mind off Miss Simpson, although my eyes kept returning every couple of minutes to admire her thighs. I wanted to apologise for my early behaviour as I felt bad about it, especially being out with Susie; but somehow I knew she would see this as weakness and give her the ability to walk away ..... more like storm off home. I missed most of the remaining plays as I was mulling over what to do next. I was pleased that Susie was getting on so well with her teacher, and that Miss Simpson seemed to be enjoying her time with Susie, but what should I do next?

There was only one thing to do, maybe not the actions of a sane reasonable man, but certainly the actions of a man who lusted after a woman who was driving him mad with lust and desire – I placed my hand on her stockinged thigh just below the hem of her skirt and kept it there with a reasonably firm grip on her amazing leg. My fingers rolled on the warm flesh so that they felt the hot flesh of her inner thigh and the material of her other stocking rub against the back of my hand. I was so horny I nearly shot my load there and then. Turning towards Miss Simpson to see what reaction I had achieved I saw the look of absolute disgust and loathing written clearly across her face and burning deep in her intense eyes. If I had been any sort of caring sensitive guy my balls would have been turned to ice filled balls by her look, she detested and hated me.

Before she could even start to describe what form of low life she thought me to be; I leant forward and whispered in her ear "Your homework this weekend is to write down your feelings about what is happening to you. I want an essay on your honest thoughts and feelings from the minute I told you that I knew you wrote erotic porn stories up until the moment you start writing the essay. I want to know every turmoil that has spun through your mind since this started. What made you come to the library that first night? What stopped you from walking away then? How you felt when you gave me your panties and went home with the air blowing around your pussy? What feelings you had when Susie gave you my invitation? What went through your mind as you got dressed tonight? What you think of the two guys in front who are so desperate for your body? And finally, what you think of me and my actions towards you? That final part is the conclusion to your essay."

Miss Simpson's mouth just dropped open in disbelief that she forgot to remove my hand.

I so much wanted to run my hand all the way up to her pussy, but not with my daughter sitting here with us.

"Send your essay home with Susie on Monday and I will mark it," I informed her, "but beware if it is not up to the exacting standards that I expect of a teacher of your calibre Miss Simpson then there will be detention and suitable punishment meted out."

She just stared blankly at me.

"Well," I asked.

No reply.

I gently rubbed my finger tips up and down the inside of her thighs to focus her attention.

"I understand," she almost sobbed.

I slowly removed my hand and leant forward to put my lips to her ear, "I knew you would see it my way," I very quietly whispered.

The colour drained from her face for several minutes as we both turned our distracted attention back to the remainder of the game. I knew she was totally under my control.

Susie roared her pleasure at her team's home win and hugged Miss Simpson tight in her joyful, youthful pleasure. Then we shuffled out of the stadium, a mass of rejoicing fans.

"Daddy, lets go for ice cream on the way home," Susie cried out as she pulled Miss Simpson towards our ute.

"I am sorry Susie, I can't tonight," Miss Simpson cried off.

"Why Miss Simpson?" Susie asked dolefully, almost in tears.

"I have homework to do tonight."



Parents Evening Ch. 02



Monday at work dragged second by second as the clock slowly worked its way through the hours until I could rush home to meet my young daughter, Susie, and accept my much anticipated letter from her teacher Miss Simpson. I couldn't concentrate on my work at all during the day and my workmates thought I was sick. I was in a way, I was a sick perv who was blackmailing his daughter's teacher after finding out she wrote porn stories for Literotica.com under the pen name of Teachgirl. Here was a schoolteacher in a conservative southern town writing about being raped by thick black cocks and being gang banged in a lift; after teaching my little girl all day in our local school.

Well now she was writing a new story that was solely for me. After Saturday's basketball game when I had her pantyless with her stunning tits on show, I had set her some homework of her own .... To write an essay about how she felt about me blackmailing her, threatening to expose her in our community for her stories which I had jacked off to many times in the last few weeks.

Miss Simpson has a killer body that none of my schoolteachers could have ever stood a chance of matching or coming close to. I so much wished to be in Susie's place sitting at the desk watching attentively as Miss Simpson reached up to write on the board, her full breasts thrusting through her tight blouse and her short tight skirt riding up her stockinged thighs.

I had a raging hard on that was hard to hide at work as I watched the hands of the clock slowly crawl around toward four o'clock home time.

Finally, at long last I was bounding through the front door at home, eager to find Susie at home; or more honestly, that she was at home with a letter from Miss Simpson. I sat on the settee next to Susie as she told me about her day as she always does, and finally she got to the part where Miss Simpson held her back after class to give her a letter addressed to me.

"Am I in trouble Daddy?" Susie asked her bottom lips trembling some.

I hugged her to me, "No Sweetie, Miss Simpson has just sent me some information that we talked about during the game on Saturday," I assured her and hugged her some more. I so desperately wanted to lock myself in my den, read her essay and jack off reading the juicy contents of her inner most thoughts. I knew now that I had control over Miss Simpson otherwise she wouldn't have written the letter that I was so sure was inside the envelope in my hot, clammy hand. But domestic reality of being a single parent father beckoned and I had to cook dinner instead. As I stood over the stove I so desperately wanted to open the letter and read her prose; but it wasn't the right thing to do as I would have been stood there with a stonking hard on while cooking Chicken Kiev and veggies.

I have always made a point of spending quality time together with Susie over dinner as we talk & eat together, but tonight I wished that Susie would hurry up so I could shoot off to my den.

"Eat up Susie as your food is going cold," I encouraged her. Finally we were finished and we cleared away the dishes. Finally, yes finally I could go and read Miss Simpson's highly anticipated essay.

"Time for homework young lady, I have some work to do in the den," I offered already turning and heading for the den.

I locked the door and settled back into my high backed leather swivel chair and carefully opened the envelope and extracted the letter. I eased back in the chair spreading my legs wide in anticipation for the hard on that was about to stretch my jeans. Opening up the folded pages I started to read and I knew straight away I wasn't going to be disappointed

Dear Mr. Mender,

I am not sure what exactly you want from this but I will try to follow your instructions and tell you how I feel about the situation you have put me in. I am angry, angry with you, angry with myself , and angry with my friend. I feel like I have no options as you have threatened to expose me if I do not do what you say. 

From the moment you started this I have thought long and hard about just going to the police and telling them everything but even though I would get some satisfaction from you getting thrown in jail for blackmail and god knows what else, I also know that my career would be ruined. The press would have a field day with the "Teacher that wrote porn". I fear I would not be able to teach ever again in this country and that would break my heart. I have wanted to be a teacher all my life and I love seeing the joy and happiness on children's faces when they do something well. I have decided that I will not let you take that away from me.

I came to the library that first night to try and talk you out of whatever you had planned. I was scared when you mentioned the name of my stories at parent evening but I thought you were a reasonable man and I would be able to straighten it out. That night did not end up as I planned as I left with no underwear and after exposing my breasts to you. I knew from that point I would have to ride this out and hope for the best.

So, I guess you will continue to torture and humiliate me as often as you choose. I am determined to keep my secret safe and I will try and do what you ask. I am a strong woman, Mr. Mender, and I can put up with lots of abuse to keep what is important to me. I am going to rely on that strength to carry me through your little games until you tire of them and decide to leave me alone. 

When I was dressing tonight I kept wondering how far you would go with your daughter by your side. I felt a little protected by Susie's presence. However, I was very disappointed that I underestimated your cruelty. I felt like a slut sitting in my seat with no panties and my legs spread, allowing the young men in front of us to look right up my skirt. Were they friends of yours or are you going to continue to expose me to complete strangers?

I hope you are happy that you are putting me through this kind of pain and humiliation. I guess that is what makes you tick, treating women like this. I am assuming you are starting a collection of my underwear as I end up handing them to you every time we meet. Would it be easier if I just didn't wear any when you call on me? If not, I would hope that you would help me out as they are expensive and as you well know a teacher's salary is not the greatest. I am hoping that you are at least compassionate enough to consider this.

I also would like to set a few ground rules. I realize I am not in a position of being able to set terms but I will ask that you follow these anyway. Please no incidents at my school. It is my place of employment and the only place these days that I feel like a professional. Also no incidents in front of the kids, especially Susie. I am their mentor and teacher and I do not want to jeopardize that by them seeing something they shouldn't. Lastly, I ask that you not inflict physical pain in any of your sordid adventures. I would like to keep some vestige of my pride.

One last thought, Mr. Mender. I absolutely love Susie and it makes me very sad to think that her father is a sadistic, mean person. I wonder how long it will take Susie to realize this no matter how much you try to hide it. This kind of behavior will eventually eat at your personality and eventually come out. I believe she will be very sad when she finally learns the truth about her precious daddy. I hope you will re-consider your plans and be the kind of father Susie deserves.

Miss Simpson

"Wow, fuck me!" I breathed rather breathlessly as I carefully folded the pages and put them back in the envelope for later further enjoyment. I needed a few minutes to get my wits about me. This young woman had me so turned on, so horny for her hot body, I so desperately wanted to fuck her here and now! I just wanted to push her thighs wide apart, rip her panties off and just fuck into what I imagined would be an incredibly tight pussy.

The phone was in my hand and I dialed the number automatically; "Sis, Hi, I need you to come over as soon as you can, something has come up and I need to go out and attend to it straight away. Can you do that for me?" I asked Heather, hoping I didn't sound too desperate.

"Big Brother I am sure you think I have nothing better to do that to sit here waiting for your call," 

"Sis, please .... It is important," I pleaded hoping it didn't sound too much like begging.

"You've not got blue balls again have you?" she teased.

"SIS!!! You have a dirty mind!! Wash your mouth out with soap"

"Make your mind up ... do you want me there or washing my mouth out," she teased.

"Stop busting my balls and get your ass round here pronto."

"My ass is yours to command," she pledged and put the phone down.

Visions of her shapely tight demin clad ass filled my mind; my sis is definitely a looker and has no problem pulling the blokes when she puts her mind to sex. "Jesus, get your mind straight," I chastised myself; it was bad enough I was blackmailing my daughter's teacher let alone thinking about my sister's cute ass in an incest sort of way.

Fifteen minutes later I heard Heather park on the road outside the house. "Sweetie I have to go out for awhile, Auntie Heather is here ... Love you" and then I was out the door.

"Shit Bro you really do have blue balls, look at you rush," she called out as I raced past Heather in the drive.

"Go look after your niece Auntie," I teased as I knew she hated me saying that as it made her feel old.

She gave me the bird, "I hope you took his raincoat with you," she said as she wiggled her finger and laughed. It frightened me, either I was very transparent or Heather was a witch with a crystal ball. I climbed into my ute before she could say more and headed off over to Miss Simpson's home.

It was balls before brains stuff as I abandoned my ute on her drive and knocked on her front door.

As she opened the door I pushed my way in, "You by yourself?" I demanded.

"Uhh, ye .... Yes," she croaked in surprise.

I pulled her letter out of my pocket, "What do you call this?" I demanded.

"What? ... Pardon?" she said utterly shocked.

"I told you I wanted a first class essay about your feelings about how I was treated you and your thoughts," I demanded angrily. I wasn't going to tell her it was an outstanding piece of prose that turned me on no end.

"What part of my instruction did you not understand?" as I wafted the letter again.

"What .... I did my best," she cried out defensively.

"This is your best!, what kind of teacher are you for my daughter?" as I closed the distance between us and eased her away from the door as I reached behind me to lock the door.

"Mr Mender, I thought it was exactly what you wanted," she pleaded.

"I have written '3 out of 10 -- see me!' on your homework, I think you have some improvement to make young lady. Consider you have detention and we will start right now on your skills," as I advanced on her and she stepped further back.

"WHAT! .... What do you mean," she demanded.

I gripped the back of the nearby seat back from the dining suite and turned it around. "Don't talk to me in that tone of voice young lady," I growled.

"What?" she demanded absolutely shocked and stunned at this turn of events. Miss Simpson stood in front of me in a tight red angora wool sweater and figure hugging striped pants and she took my breath away with her raw natural beauty.

"Detention means punishment, and your insolent attitude means we need to correct that attitude before we can address the issues with your essay."

"WHAT!," she queried.

"You mean 'Pardon?' Miss Simpson," I instructed as I reached forward to grip her wrist and step towards the seat.

"WHAT?"

I tugged at her wrist propelling her forward off balance towards me. Now her momentum was forward I sat on the seat and pulled her arm downwards so her legs bumped into mine just as I settled my ass on the seat. The momentum carried her forward and her upper body tipped forward across my thighs as I continued to pull her wrist towards the floor.

"STOP," she cried out as balance deserted her and she tumbled over my legs exactly how I wanted her ... with her cute, trim shapely ass facing up towards me as she was stretched across my legs with her hands stretched out to break her fall. I released her wrist and pushed down between her shoulders to trap her in place.

Before she could even react my left hand was reaching up to the highest point of its arc before descending quickly to that ripe target of a beautiful ass.

"Owww!!!" she yelled as my hand made a loud slapping noise against her sweet ass hidden behind the thin pants. I reached back and brought my hand down even harder.

"Owww...please stop, Mr. Mender." She pleaded and I could tell she was beginning to cry.

I couldn't stop now as I was finally feeling the soft ass I had been so desperately watching for so long. It was firm and felt wonderful. I pounded her again. She was now sobbing as I felt her body wracking as she cried. She was not fighting me and this was encouraging. Had I broken this strong-willed young lady with a simple spanking? I wondered as I slapped her hard on the ass again. 

I stopped and just laid my hand across her cheeks. I could feel the warmth through her pants and I knew her bottom was probably quite red now. I decide it was time to test her limits and see just how far I could push her. I passed my left hand under her waist and lifted her to her feet. She stood in front of me and I could see the tears streaming down her face. She was even more beautiful than before. There was something raw and special about her when she was this upset. I found myself staring at her.

I came to my senses eventually and wondering if I should go ahead with what I was thinking. What the hell, I thought, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

"Miss Simpson, I am angry with you that you would be so insolent as to demand conditions of this situation and then to insult me and my status as a father. You will learn to not be so much so in the near future." I said to her as her tears slowed. She was regaining her composure. I smiled as I felt this was great considering my next plan.

"Miss Simpson, to complete your detention and punishment I need you to slowly remove your pants." I said in a calm voice as if I was asking how she was feeling today.

She froze and stared at me. I knew she was trying to test my resolve and looking for any sort of weakness or wavering. I stared back at her coldly, trying my best to look angry and hiding my absolute glee.

After a moment of hesitation I saw her hands move slowly to her waist. I did my best to not jump up in celebration but tried to remain calm and stoic. Her dainty fingers unsnapped the clasp and slowly pulled down the zipper. I glimpsed her white cotton panties as the front of her pants opened slightly.

"Mr. Mender, please, don't make me do this. I will try to do better, I promise." She whimpered like a little schoolgirl. My cock jumped at the sight and sounds before me.

I looked at her straight in the eyes. "No, Miss Simpson, you will not try to do better, you will do better. That is the attitude we have to work on changing. Now please continue with your assignment."

I watched in absolute excitement as her thumbs slid into the waistband of her pants and slowly slid them down. I saw her white panties come completely into view and then her lovely thighs. My eyes burned with pleasure as more and more of her lovely legs were exposed as she slowly slid her pants to her ankles. I watched her bare feet step out of her pants and push them to the side.

A vision of loveliness stood before me. Her red sweater fell to the top of her panties and contrasted so lovely with her bare legs. I did not think I had ever seen anything so sexy in my life. My poor cock was trying to explode out of my pants so much it was uncomfortable.

"That was very nice. Now tell me how you are feeling right now, my dear?" I said with a small smirk.

She looked at me with questioning eyes. I could tell she was trying to figure out what I wanted to hear. I could see her brilliant mind working very hard to try and say the perfect thing to get her out of her predicament. I simply looked back at her and smiled.

"I..feel....embarrassed, I guess." Was all she could mutter.

I chuckled. "Well, young lady, I should think you would feel a little more than embarrassed. You are standing in front of a parent of one of your students in your panties. That seems to me like a difficult situation. How many other parents have you shown your little panties to, I wonder." I said, holding back my laughter.

"No one! How dare you imply I do this all the time!" she roared. 

Wonderful!! There was my little tiger back. Now we could go on. 

"I don't know anything about your past. All I can surmise is from what I am witnessing now." I said.

She looked back at me with anger in her eyes again. I loved this girl. She was gorgeous, brilliant, and very strong. The power I was feeling having her under control was overwhelming. It was all I could do to contain myself. I took a deep breath.

"Now, my dear, here is a command you should be familiar with. Please hand me your panties." I said in a calm voice.

I saw the realization hit her. She had done everything I had asked so far but this would be the first time she had exposed her pussy to me. It was sort of the last hurdle for her and I could see her hesitate. I met her eyes with a cold stare and I saw her shoulders slump. Her thumbs hooked into the side of her panties and slid them down slowly. I was waiting for the first glimpse of pubic hair as the panties slid farther and farther. My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when her pussy lips came into view. They were bare!! My little minx shaved her pussy!! Well, well, what do you know, I thought. My little schoolteacher has an edge. I watched intently as she slid the panties over her voluptuous thighs and let them fall to her ankles. She bent down and picked them up and placed them in my open hand.

"Very nice, my dear." I said as I stared at a vision of loveliness. Her little pussy was peeking out from under her sweater and the whole picture was just incredible.

"Now, come over her and lay down across my lap again, my dear, and we can complete your punishment." I said

"No, you have done enough! What do you want from me?" she asked, a little angry.

"What I want from you right now is to lay down across my lap as you were told. NOW!!!" The last word boomed across the room and I saw her flinch.

She walked slowly over to me and laid down obediently, her perfect ass now on display in front of me and more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. I touched it softly and I felt her flinch again. It was still slightly warm and a little red from the earlier swats. I pulled back and came down hard on her right cheek. I heard the loud smack of flesh on flesh and a small scream came from her.

I raised my hand again and lowered it hard on her other cheek. I saw the flesh move as the loud smack echoed through the house. Another small scream came form her and she was now sobbing again. I smacked that perfect ass five more times until it was red and seemed to be glowing. I stopped and rested my hand on the warm flesh. I could feel the heat radiating from her. I ran my hand across her ass and then down her left leg. Her thighs were so soft and firm. I felt my poor cock tighten even more. I ran my fingers up the inside of her thigh all the way up to her prized treasure. 

I touched the side of her pussy gently and I felt her jump. She did not try to get up and I touched it again. Suddenly as I pushed a little I felt moisture. My little fox was soaking wet. Well, well, now this was interesting. I ran my hand back up to her ass and held it there. I ran my left hand under her again and lifted her up. I sat her in front of me on her knees. She sat back on her haunches.




Parents Evening Ch. 02



She was stunning. Her sweater covered the tops of her thighs but her bare legs were incredibly sexy. She was still sobbing and her chest heaved as she tried to regain her composure. Her cheeks were wet with her tears and flushed with her embarrassment. I stared right at her.

"Now, my darling, you have survived your punishment and you did rather well. I will leave you now but I want you to think about your situation. You control how hard or easy your life will be from this point forward. You are a beautiful creature and I feel I have a deep love for you. I do not want to hurt you but you are at a disadvantage and I will not be insulted and disrespected." I said to her calmly.

I got up out of the chair and walked to the door. I grabbed the handle and turned it. The click rang loudly in the quiet of the house. I turned to look at her. She was still sitting on her legs and facing the chair. I could see half of her perfect ass peeking out from under the sweater. I tried to memorize the scene.

"Miss Simpson, Suzie will be delivering another note from me tomorrow. Please do not read it at school. Bring it home and read it as soon as you get home. Have a good night." I said and opened the door. 

I walked out of her house and out to my car. I had to admit I was a little surprised at how that turned out. I had not expected her to give in to her spanking so easily and I surely did not expect to fell a sopping wet pussy. Hmm, I would have to think a while about her next assignment.



Parents Evening Ch. 03



I woke the next day with a raging hard on. The vision of Miss Simpson from the night before haunted my dreams. My poor cock was straining it was so hard. I touched it and stroked it only a few times before I exploded all over myself. I got up quickly to jump in the shower. This girl, no woman, had me under her spell. I was supposed to be the one in control but in reality it was her. She had me in such turmoil I found myself thinking of doing things I had never dreamed of. 

I had always been a respectable man, I was a good father and I had a lovely daughter. But here I was blackmailing a young woman and entertaining incestuous thoughts about my sister. What was happening to me? Was she right? Had I turned into a sick, cruel, man? This made me feel sadness as I stood in the shower. I loved Susie and I wanted nothing more than to be a good father and watch her grow up into a lovely young lady. What would she think if she found out what I was doing? How would I explain it to her? Was there an explanation?

I got out of the shower a different man than when I got in. I felt embarrassed and a little ashamed at what I had done. How could I stop? Did I want to stop? Was I really an honorable man or the pervert that Miss Simpson described in her letter? I dressed slowly and glanced at the clock. Crap, it was late; I had to get Susie up for school. I ran into her room and jostled her awake. She rolled over with sleepy eyes and looked up at me.

"Good morning, daddy." She said in a small, sweet voice.

My heart broke. There was no explanation! There was no excuse for my behavior other than taking advantage of a situation for my own sick pleasure. 

"It's time to get up, sweetie." I said.

"Ok, daddy," She replied and sat up.

She was beautiful; her face was incredibly pretty even just waking up. Her hair was a mess, hanging all over her shoulders. I looked at her and the only thought that ran through my mind was what I would think if someone did to her what I was doing to Miss Simpson. I knew immediately what I had to do. I stood up and left Susie's room as she was crawling out of bed.

I ran to my den and sat down to write out Miss Simpson's next "assignment". After I finished I went into the kitchen to make breakfast for Susie. I felt a huge sense of relief. My heart was much lighter and I felt great. I was almost done when I heard Susie bouncing down the stairs.

"Daddy, I'm starved." She said and grabbed a glass for milk.

"Almost done, Susie bird, Do you have everything together for school?" I asked.

"Yes, daddy, I'm ready." She said and sat down drinking her milk.

We sat and talked over breakfast and then gathered our things to go. I drove her to school and pulled into the parking lot.

"Daddy, are you coming to school today?" she teased when she saw me drive past the dropoff point.

"Yes, Susie bird, I have to deliver something to Miss Simpson." I answered.

"Oh, is it a present, daddy?" she asked in a teasing voice.

"As a matter of fact, baby, it is." I said.

She smiled big at me and jumped out of the car. She didn't realize how big of a present it was. I got out and followed Susie into the school. We got in and I kissed her goodbye. She ran off to the cafeteria and I started walking towards Miss Simpson's room. I arrived and looked in. She was sitting at her desk working on something. She was absolutely lovely. Her hair was in a ponytail with small wisps around her ears. She was wearing a short black skirt with dark hose and a light blue blouse. I could see one beautiful thigh as her legs were crossed at her desk.

I knocked softly on the door and she looked up at me. I could see her expression fade as she saw me. I walked in slowly as she put her head back down to her work.

"Miss Simpson, I have something for you." I said.

She raised her head slowly and I could see anger in her eyes. 

"Must you invade my classroom too?" she said.

I just held out an envelope to her. She looked at me and took it and placed it on her desk.

"Please read it now." I asked.

She looked back at me with a confused look and picked up the envelope. She opened it and took out the paper. I watched as she opened it and started reading. I knew what she was reading word for word as I had memorized it while writing it.

Dear Miss Simpson,

I am going to begin this letter with the most basic of statements. I am dreadfully sorry for what I have put you through. I cannot explain my actions other than it was a result of weakness. I will not complicate your life anymore and I hope one day you can see it in your heart to forgive an old fool for a huge mistake.

I respect you greatly as a teacher and I am happy Susie is in your classroom. She loves you and I am truly impressed how you have maintained your professionalism as I was putting you through that horrible ordeal. 

You can be assured that your secret and any of the actions of the last week are safe with me and I will never reveal them to anyone. 

Again, I am dreadfully sorry and I hope I did not do any permanent damage.

Mr Mender.

I watched her face closely as she read and I tried to figure out her reaction. I did not know what I was expecting or hoping for. I knew she would not reveal our actions as her original secret could still be damaging. I know deep down I wanted her to forgive me but I knew realistically this was not going to happen.

She finished reading the letter and looked up at me. I could see she had tears in her eyes. She cleared her throat and spoke.

"Thank you." Was all she said.

I looked at her and my only thought was that she was incredibly beautiful and I was again ashamed that I ever caused this beautiful creature any pain. I turned in my embarrassment and walked out of her room.

I spent a useless day at work. I could not concentrate as I thought about her face with her eyes glassy with tears. I went through my day and thankfully did not create any problems for anyone else. I drove home in silence as I didn't even think to turn on the radio. I was sitting in silence in my chair when Susie burst through the door and jumped in my lap.

"Daddy, daddy, Miss Simpson must have liked your present. She was very happy today and we had a great day." Susie said as she sat on my lap.

I felt my heart jump with the news and I could not contain my smile as it spread across my face.

"Do you like her daddy?" Susie asked.

"Very much, baby, very much." I said.

Susie jumped off my lap and took off to her room. I could hear her saying something about homework as she raced off. I sat in my chair and it felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. At least she was happy, maybe not with me, but at least happy.

I got up and went into the kitchen to start thinking about dinner. I was scrounging around in the refrigerator when I heard the phone ring. I answered it and immediately recognized her voice.

"Mr. Mender, this is Miss Simpson." The small voice said.

"Hello, Miss Simpson." I answered.

"You have to come over here, please. You have to come at 7:00 tonight. I can't explain, just please tell me that you can come." She said.

"Of course, but what ...." Was all I could get out before I heard her hang up.

I stood there, holding the phone, wondering what could be going on. I hung the phone up slowly and my mind was flying. I looked at the clock and it was 4:30. Why did she say 7:00? How was I going to get through the next 2 ½ hours? I tried to clear my mind as I tried to come up with an idea for supper.

Susie and I ate together with me just listening to her bubble about her day. I did not say anything but just sat there and watched her. She was so full of life and happy. How could I have ever done anything to threaten that? I was a fool.

We finished supper and I called my sister to get the last-minute babysitter again. She of course gave me a load of grief but showed up faithfully at 6:30 to sit with Susie. I was proud of myself when she showed up again in tight jeans but my mind did not think of anything sexual as I looked at her. Maybe I would be fine.

I drove over to Miss Simpson's house and I was incredibly nervous. What was going on? I could not imagine that she would be inviting me over at all after my stupidity, and surely not the next evening. I pulled into her driveway and took a deep breath. I walked up to her door and knocked.

She opened the door and she looked exactly like she did in the morning. She had not changed clothes but I did notice she was no longer wearing hose. Her bare legs were sticking out of her skirt and they looked wonderful. I did not know why she bothered to wear hose, they were perfect as they were. I also noticed her blouse was open at the top a little more than I remembered. I saw a lot of cleavage spilling out and a little glimpse of what looked like a black bra.

She turned and led me into the living room. I followed like a puppy after closing the door behind me. I tried to think of something to say but I was unable to process anything. She turned as she got into the living room. She picked up a piece of paper off of the coffee table and handed it to me. I opened it and started reading.

Miss Simpson,

I knew this day would come soon. I knew the weak bastard would fold eventually and I would have to step in. You don't know me yet but you will come to know me very well, believe me. 

Enough of that, let's get started. I need you to call Mender and get him over here at 7:00. You will also find a separate list of instructions for yourself. You are to follow these to the letter and please do not fail, you will be sorry.

Jones

I finished and looked at her. She was just staring at me with a look of fear on her face.

"What is going on?" I asked.

"I don't know, but we have to watch this." She said.

She held out a DVD case with what looked like a homemade disk in it. She walked over to the TV and slid in the disk. I sat on the couch facing the TV and she sat next to me but with plenty of distance between us. I watched as the image appeared.

The first image was Miss Simpson sitting at the basketball game. It looked like the picture was taken from a few rows below and it showed her standing and clapping. The next image was of her sitting and leaning over to Susie, her legs spread wide. The image faded and then I saw her from the back. Her skirt was lifted and the two young men were pawing at her ass. I could see her black panties. I could not believe I was seeing these, I looked over to Miss Simpson. She was staring at the screen with tears running down her face.

I looked back and saw the image of her handing her panties to me fading. The picture went black and then I saw a video start. The sound was low so I reached for the remote and turned it up. I saw myself walking into her apartment and then realized I was watching the scene of when I spanked her. I sat and watched myself dominate this young woman and spank her bare bottom. I was confused, how could this have happened? How did someone get these pictures and video?

The video ended and the screen went black. I looked at her and she was sitting with her head in her hands. I could tell she was crying. I started to say something when I heard a voice.

"Now that we've reviewed everything, we can proceed." A loud voice rang out.

Miss Simpson jerked her head up and looked around. I also turned and tried to see who was talking. There was no one else there. The voice started again.

"No, I am not in the house. But, I am able to see you. Now both of you just stay on the couch and I will let you know what is happening." 

I continued to look around but I could not tell where the voice was coming from.

"Please listen closely. I learned of your secret Miss Simpson at about the same time as your friend here. I wasn't sure how I would handle it but I knew I was not going to let a great opportunity like this go by without getting something out of it. I have to admit, Mender here surprised me initially with how fast he acted. I was impressed but I knew that he would fold, he just wasn't made for this type of action." 

I looked at her and she was staring at me, her cheeks wet with tears. She looked to have stopped crying but she also looked to be in shock. I reached out and took her hand. It was cold. I squeezed it and tried to rub some warmth into it.

"Now, how touching. It looks like a Daddy comforting his poor daughter after he's fucked her over." The voice said.

I flinched as I realized then that we were truly on display. This man could see everything. I looked around the room, trying to find the camera. I saw it in the corner of the room, over a tall shelf. 

"Yes, Mender, I have cameras all over her house. I had them installed after you started your little game. I knew I would need them eventually. They come in handy, don't they? You can resist the temptation you have right now to get up and smash it. You may want to wait a few minutes." The voice said.

I sensed a threat in the message so I did remain seated. How did he know I was going to get up and rip the camera down? I started to really worry about what was happening to us.

"Now let me tell you how this is going to work. You will receive instructions from me and you will follow them precisely. You may get the instructions verbally like now or you could get them in an email or many other ways. As a matter of fact, in the box on the coffee table are two cell phones. You will carry them with you wherever you go. Become familiar with the texting feature. It is one of my favorite ways to communicate. As I said, you will follow my instructions precisely. Should you not or try to do anything stupid bad things will happen." The voice said.

Just as his last statement faded, the TV screen lit back up. A video was starting and my heart stopped when an image of Susie appeared. She was playing in the schoolyard with her friends. They were playing some sort of chasing game as they ran around the yard. The image faded and then I saw Susie getting off the bus in front of the house and then walking slowly up to the porch. I saw her stop and pick a flower next to the walk and then go up to the door and disappear inside. The door closed and then the picture faded.

"I think both of you understand what could and will happen should either of you decide not to play with me." The voice said.

I could feel myself getting short of breath and my heart was beating rapidly. I was terrified. How was he doing this? What would he do to Susie? What was he going to do to us? I looked over at Miss Simpson and she was staring at me. I could see she understood also and I could see she was also terrified.

"Now that we have the ground rules straight, we can get down to business. You two will do whatever I desire. I am a businessman and I look at this only as a business venture, but one with great potential. I would recommend you cooperate fully and you may get out eventually. If not, there could be disaster for you. I will however, just move on to another business venture. Do you both understand?" the voice said.

I found myself nodding instinctively and saw Miss Simpson doing the same thing.

"Good, good, let's get started. We have one small thing to do before you get your first assignment. Mender, I need you to stand."

I let go of Miss Simpson's hand and stood up.

"Ok, Miss Simpson, now I need you to get off the couch and kneel in front of your friend."

I sensed the sarcasm in his voice and it worried me. This man seemed very comfortable with this and I was afraid of what we were getting into. The sense of dread and worry ran through me as I watched Miss Simpson kneel before me. I was looking down and able to see right down the front of her shirt. Her breasts were magnificent and the vision was lovely of them nestled in the black bra. 

"Now, Miss Simpson, you can slowly open his pants and lower them to the floor." The voice said.

I froze and watched her unsnap my jeans slowly and lower the zipper. This was what I had dreamed of but I could not enjoy it. She looked like a scared animal as she pulled my pants down to my ankles. I was standing in front of her in my white boxers.

"Nice underwear, Mender. Now Miss Simpson, you can pull down those sexy shorts." The voice said, dripping with sarcasm.

Her small hands reached my waistband and pulled them slowly down. My cock was inches from her face but was hanging limp. I was so terrified and afraid I could not even think of an erection.

"Nice package, Mender. You a little gay?" You have a beautiful woman kneeling in front of you and you are limp as a noodle. I knew you were a loser but this is bad. Ok, Miss Simpson, take the little noodle and use your mouth to try and get it hard. I know you can do it, some of your old boyfriends have told me some great stories." The voice said.

I felt my cock twitch as he made the comment about her boyfriends. Who was this man? How powerful was he to drag up her old boyfriends? As the last thought went through my mind I felt her warm mouth suck in my limp cock. Her tongue swirled around the head and immediately I felt the blood rushing to my cock. It started getting hard and grew rapidly as she ran her tongue up and down the shaft. She pulled off and then slowly sank back down on the shaft. She was good, he was obviously right as she knew exactly what to do and I felt like I was going to blast a load right into her face if she kept this up.

"Ok, Miss Simpson, that is fine. The stories were obviously true, you are quite the cocksucker. Now you get up and clear the coffee table please." The voice said.

Miss Simpson stood up and started taking everything off the coffee table. 

"Good, now climb up there and get on your hands and knees facing the wall." He said.

She climbed on the table and I looked down to see her beautiful ass right in front of me. Her skirt was still in place but the sight was lovely.

"Now Mender, you flip that little skirt up and let's see what we have." The voice said.

I reached down and pulled her skirt up and onto her back. I saw her bare ass and pussy staring at me.

"Now that's a good little slut. You followed my directions. Until I am done with you I do not want to see panties covering that little snatch ever. I own it now and I want it available whenever I need it. Now Mender, let's do what you have been dreaming about for a while. Take that little dick of yours and stick it in your little teacher. Hopefully she will be able to feel it." He said.

I paused for a second and then remembered the video of Susie. I grabbed my hard cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. I felt her flinch and saw her rest her head on the coffee table. Her cheeks opened even more and her ass was now angled directly up at me. I put my hands on her soft cheeks and pushed slowly. I felt my cock slide in easily. I continued to push until I was buried in her warm opening. It felt wonderful, she was warm and tight and I felt like I could feel her heartbeat through her pussy.

"Now Mender, you can just hold it there for a minute. Try not to blow your load until I am done." He said again with sarcasm.

I stayed buried in her pussy. My hands held her cheeks and I found myself rubbing them to try and give her comfort. I realized this was ridiculous as I stood there with my cock buried in her as she knelt on her coffee table.

"You two listen closely. You could receive instructions at any time. You will need to be able to respond immediately. I need you both to have an overnight bag packed. Mender, I suggest you talk to your sister and have her on standby. You can come up with some story about work or whatever you want but get it done. Miss Simpson, I have arranged for you to have a substitute if I need you to miss school. You do not need to worry about that, just have a set of sub plans always at the ready. Mender, raise your right hand if you understand." He said.




Parents Evening Ch. 03



I raised my right hand up in the air.

"Miss Simpson, if you understand then lift your head off the coffee table and get up on your hands." He said.

I felt and saw Miss Simpson lift up her head and get up on her hands. I felt my cock harden more as I took in the sight of her bent over and me with my cock buried in her.

"Good, now Mender, you have one minute to get off. I want you to shoot a nice load of cum into her and you have 60 seconds to get it done. Feel free to start anytime you wish. No pressure, well, yeah I guess a little bit." He said with a chuckle.

I panicked when I heard the threat. I grabbed her hips and started to slam in and out of her quickly. I tried to concentrate on her body as I pounded her little pussy. I knew her breasts were swinging even in her bra and I tried to think of that. I looked down and watched my cock slide in and out of her pussy. I watched her lips spread open for me and then close around as I pulled out. I felt my orgasm building and I increased my pace. I was hammering her hard and I heard her grunt each time I hit bottom. 

I didn't know how much time had passed but I pounded her harder and harder. Susie flew across my mind as I tried to force myself to cum. I tried to wipe her image out and concentrate on the beautiful ass in front of me. I reached under her and grabbed her breasts through her shirt and bra. They were full and firm. I held them as I pounded her pussy. The combined feel of her breasts in my hands and her tight pussy was working. I felt my orgasm race up my legs and then explode out the end of my cock. I felt a load shoot out into her and then another. My orgasm faded as I felt the last shot of spunk escape into her pussy. I pulled out and collapsed on the chair behind me.

I looked up to see my cum running out of her pussy and down her pretty thigh. She had her head down on the table again and I could tell she was crying. My sore cock was shrunk to microscopic size as I felt shame and remorse for the situation we were in. It was my fault. I had just fucked the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and I felt only sadness. I watched as more cum flowed down her thigh.

"Very good, Mender. 45 seconds. You came through, so to speak. That was a very good start. You may go home now to your sweet daughter. Tell her hi for me. I will take care of Miss Simpson here. You put quite a fucking on her, nice job. Don't forget your new cell phone." The voice rang out again.

I stood up and pulled up my shorts and pants. I snapped them and moved to the front door. I reached for the knob and turned it. I remembered the cell phone and returned to get it out of the box on the floor. I moved back to the door and opened it. I looked back once before I stepped out. Miss Simpson was still on her knees with her head on the coffee table and my cum still leaking out of her. She looked like a mess and I was responsible for it. My guilt hit me like a truck as I stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind me.