****** Miss Davies' Misfortune by Katie ******
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Miss Davies' Misfortune


The school bell rang, the sharp ringing tone echoing through the halls. Cameron
Stallton hurriedly closed his locker and quickly strode to class, wanting not
to be too late, but certainly not wishing to be seen by the fellow boys to be
running to get to a period. On the way there, while walking across the
courtyard his Housemaster bailed him up and inquired why he had not attended
Saturday sport the past weekend. Cameron quickly made up an excuse (although it
was not very convincing), and his Housemaster let him go on his way. By the
time he slid into the classroom, trying his best not to be noticed by the
teacher, he was already eight minutes late.

"Glad you were able to join us Mr. Stallton," Miss Davies' sweet voice welcomed
the late student with a definite tone of sarcasm.

"Sorry miss, had to talk with my Housemaster," replied the schoolboy giving his
response with a smile, hoping that may prevent him having to stay after class
to make up the time.

Miss Davies continued the lesson as if Stallton's interruption had never
occurred.

"Harper Lee never published a book after "To Kill A Mockingbird" so she is one
of few writers whose fame is derived from only one book."

She continued on by explaining the importance of Harper Lee's work on American
literature, then held a class discussion about what they thought of the chapter
of the novel the class had read for homework the previous night and ended the
lesson by reading the next chapter of Lee's literary triumph to the boys in her
classroom.

Through the entire lesson Cameron's eyes never left Miss Davies's figure for a
moment, his eyes devouring her delicious figure. He watched her seductive red
hair, flowing around to her shoulders. He scrutinized every inch of her
beautiful face loving every time a smile spread across her lips when one of the
boys made a humorous comment. His heart missed a beat as Miss Davies' breasts
bounced suggestively beneath her turquoise blouse as she strolled around the
room, reading from the book and he felt a familiar feeling in his trousers when
the sexy English teacher sat on the edge of her desk, crossing her legs,
displaying the tops of her stockings as her black mini-skirt rode higher up her
thighs.

The bell rang, but unlike in government schools no one moved a muscle, there
was no mad scramble to the door. The twenty-five boys waited to be dismissed,
all eager to get home. Miss Davies set some homework and said they could go,
Cameron Stallton picked up his books and slung his laptop computer over his
shoulder and headed with the swarm of over boys towards the door.

"Oh, Mr. Stallton can you please stay behind for a moment," chimed Miss Davies
from behind Cameron.

Placing his books on a desk he stood before the sultry teacher not sure what to
expect. Miss Davies did not speak until the last boy had left the room, walking
over and closing the door behind her.

"Now, Cameron please don't be late again. You were late twice last week and
today is only Monday and you're already late. Not a good way to start the
week," she reprimanded.

"Sorry Miss, I will make a point to be on time to all my English classes," he
responded hoping she would accept it and let him leave. Being so close to the
woman that filled so many of his fantasies was extremely arousing, however at
the same time he felt distinctly uncomfortable.

"I expect no less and to make sure you remember, please read two chapters
tonight instead of one."

"Yes, miss. May I go now," slightly annoyed at being given extra homework. "You
may."

Cameron had his hand on the door handle, on the verge of leaving when Miss
Davies added.

"By the way Cameron, I expect you to actually listen to what I am saying from
now on. Your parents don't pay ten grand a year just so you can ogle me."
Embarrassed beyond belief, Cameron Stallton quickly exited the classroom
without replying.

On Cameron's leaving, Miss Davies retired to her teacher's study that adjoined
her classroom. She picked out a book from her vast personal collection that
adorned the many shelves in the small office. The English teacher crashed onto
her couch, her body sprawled across it. Her couch was the pride of her office
and envy of the other teachers, she had saved up for months for it. She set
herself to the task of reading but was interrupted after reading only half a
page, with a commanding knock on the closed door.

"Come in," invited Miss Davies.

The door was swiftly opened.

"Oh hello Mr. Paxton," she greeted, quickly rising into a sitting position. She
had not realised it was someone with authority at her door.

"May I speak with you Miss Davies?" inquired the Principal of the prestigious
all boys' school.

"Certainly, I am always available to talk with you sir. How may I help you?"

"What I have come to discuss with you is rather a delicate matter," he stated
in a rather solemn force.

"What is so grave?" she asked rather apprehensively, considerably worried.

"Well, it is rather hard to phrase. How should I put it? For starters you have
been a centre of disagreement at many staff meetings."

"How so?" Miss Davies inquired with a quiver in her voice.

"It's your clothes Miss Davies. Let's just say they are rather risque, don't
you agree?" challenged the Principal.

Silence filled the office for several moments.

"Maybe just a little," agreed the lady teacher extremely hesitantly. "Oh please
Miss Davies, be honest. They are downright slutty!"

"How dare you Mr. Paxton! How dare you call me a slut, you male chauvinist
pig!" she replied with an immeasurable amount of contempt in her manner. "Now,
now, calm down Miss Davies, no need to get so defensive."

"You have no right to treat me like that, I could report you to the school
council for this reprehensible behaviour."

"Oh Miss Davies, the school council would privately agree with me. You don't
think they haven't noticed the skimpy pieces of fabric you call clothes?" he
replied while motioning disapprovingly to what she was wearing.

"I have never been so insulted in my life, now GET OUT!!!" she screamed.

"Miss Davies don't you dare raise your voice to me you little tramp, you dress
like a whore and now you have the tenacity to object when someone treats you
like one. Very hypocritical indeed."

"Please leave, I promise I won't mention this incident to anyone if you just
leave now," she whispered meekly, her attitude beginning to change.

"No, Miss Davies I will not leave. You must be punished for bringing the good
name of my school in disrepute."

"I am no student, you can not punish me. What are you going to do? Give me a
detention?" asked the teacher insolently.

"I can discipline you and I will Miss Davies. Just remember that I could have
dismissed from the cushy job you enjoy here with just one word. So if you want
to retain your position here you will be a good girl and take your punishment."
"What exactly do you mean by punishment? Perhaps, I could just promise to wear
more decent clothing from now on. I can do that sir." Miss Davis promised,
having decided that it was worth giving in to the Headmaster as her job her was
a good as she was ever going to get.

"Miss Davies, you really think you are going to get away that easily? No, Miss
Davies your punishment I'm afraid will be considerably harsher than that."
"What do you want from me?" "I want a blowjob."

Cameron was just walking through the school gates, his school bag slung over
his left shoulder and his laptop case of the other, when he remembered about
his copy of "To Kill A Mockingbird" in Miss Davies' classroom and how he had to
read two chapters of that book that night for her. Grudgingly, he turned back
and re-entered the school, quickly making his way to the classroom. He opened
the door of the classroom, immediately seeing his book on the desk where he was
sitting only ten minutes ago. He quickly went into the room and grabbed his
book and was heading towards the door when he heard something that made him
stop in his tracks.

"Ohhhh. That's right you sperm-burb suck me hard."

Cameron was startled. What he had heard (which he thought sounded something
similar to what one would say in a porno movie) was coming from Miss Davies'
private study, he noticed that the door to her room was slightly ajar. He knew
it was probably wise to leave and think nothing of what he heard, but being
fifteen years of age Stallton was curious and intrigued and crept silently
towards the door.

"You whore, you're enjoying this aren't you? That's right suck harder you
bitch."

His peered around the corner of the door and the sight he was confronted with
is something he would never forger. The lady who he masturbated over every
night was on her knees with Mr Paxton's cock shoved between her lips, her head
being pulled roughly up and down along the shaft of his member by Paxton.
Cameron's penis immediately started to rise as he watched the show his teacher
and principal were unwittingly putting on for him.

Paxton was in heaven, the little minx who waltzed around his school in her
street-hooker clothes was paying for her actions at last. He looked down at the
red-headed excuse for a teacher, his dick engulfed by her mouth and noticed a
tear race down her face. It serves her right he thought, she made me the
laughing stock of all my fellow principals. None of them have a slut posing as
a teacher, running through their corridors. The principal's hands started
grabbing Davies' breasts through her blouse, the woman backed away.

"If I want to touch your tits, I'll touch your fucking tits bitch, now get
closer."

She scurried closer, his cock quickly finding its way back into her mouth. Her
grabbed her hair and again fucked her face, making her gag many times. "That's
it whore, keep it up, I'm getting closer."

He pulled her to and fro from his crotch harder and harder as Miss Davies
tasted more of his pre-cum.

He kept his right hand on her head directing her head, while his left hand
returned to her tits, squeezing them to the point where it became painful for
her.

"Ohhhh, you're like a fucking vacuum cleaner bitch," as he said that his penis
popped out from between her lips.

"Wank me all over your beautiful blouse. Lets see how it looks with my cum
smeared all over it."

Her arm hesitantly began rose from her side and she commenced the hand job. He
only lasted a few strokes, soon white spurts of cum erupted from the tip and
flew onto her turquoise blouse. The Headmaster quickly pulled his pants back up
as Miss Davies smeared her boss's cum into her blouse, trying to make the
distinct white lines disappears. All that was left was a large wet patch on the
blouse over her breasts.

"You look even more like a slut now Miss Davies, lets see you walk through the
school to you car looking like that," Paxton commented laughingly. As he left
her study, the English teacher burst into tears.

This is the first part of the story involving Miss Davies' at her all boys'
school. I haven't started writing part two yet and would love some ideas on
what should happen in it. I am a female English teacher myself at an all boys'
school and the story is kind of a fantasy of I wish may one day happen to me.
So I would love to here on how everyone thinks I should continue this fantasy
(especially on how Cameron should get more involved).

My e-mail address is: reed_katie@hotmail.com

So please get in contact, love to hear from you.
Part two should be out ASAP.

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