Stifling a yawn, I looked over my new class. Eight students in their penultimate year, they had each chosen the easier maths for one semester. The minimum required, that's how leadership described the class. Some chose this because maths is difficult for them, others were just lazy and might be back to repeat next semester.
Three boys and six girls, no wait, that doesn't quite add up. Eight students in their penultimate year, one in her final. She hadn't failed, hadn't even attempted maths in her previous year. Now she sat in my class, staring at her laptop. I doubt she'd even listened to a word of my introduction.
She probably hadn't even looked up at me. But I was looking at her. Her platinum blonde hair rested over her uniform polo. A pair of shorts showed off nearly all of her tan legs. A rising star on the netball court, her athletic body was something to envy... or desire.
The other students were either on task or quietly avoiding work. No excuses then, I had to go talk to her. I walked over and knelt down in front of her desk.
“Good morning Freya” I looked up into her blue eyes.
“'Morning, sir” she sounded bored.
“So” I began “how are you feeling about this class?”
A shrug “it's fine, just give me the assignments and I'll get them done at home.”
“Right” I replied “and you've been told you need to do one of your tests here at school?”
“Yeah, my mum's still upset about that one.”
“Oh, is there a reason you don't want to take the test with your peers?”
“I work better on my own, or with mum there.”
“Perhaps I could see about...”
“Mum tried that” she interrupted “the school wouldn't go for it, said I need to be supervised by a teacher. And you can't be alone with one student, right?”
“No” I agreed “but perhaps if your mum was there too?”
“Are you sure you want that? She can be tough to deal with?”
“Is she a lawyer or something?”
“Real estate.”
“Hmm” I considered “why don't we organise an interview? I have fond memories of teaching you in previous years, and I'd really like to help you pass.”
She smiled, and I felt a flutter in my chest “that's very kind sir, but my mum is gonna eat you up.” We both laughed, but I couldn't help wondering what I had just gotten myself into.
*
A week later I found myself sitting in an empty office, nearly an hour after everyone else had gone home. Freya's mum had scheduled a meeting for five pm.
The previous week had gone as expected, Freya refused any work and still claimed that she could pass the assignments just by taking them home and working with her mum. That's why leadership had insisted on giving her an in school test, to ensure that at least some of the work was her own doing.
The determined tap of high heels alerted me to the presence of someone else in the building. I stood just as she entered the room. Looking upon her I suddenly felt nervous.
Her brown hair was tied in a very serious bun, and I could see a few greys sneaking their way in. Her face was somewhat rounder than her daughters and her navy blazer did little to hide her voluptuous form. Freya gave me a knowing look from behind and I remembered her previous warning.
“Good evening, Miss James” I managed to get out.
“Please” she smiled, I felt another flutter “call me Emma.”
“Okay Emma. Firstly, thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”
“Of course, anything for my favourite daughter.”
Freya rolled her eyes “your only daughter.”
“My only child actually” she went on “her father left before she was born, really just a glorified sperm donor.”
“Oh” I had no idea how to respond “would you, err, like to take a seat?”
“Yes, thank you, Freya told me how kind you were. Honestly, I don't think she would have made it this far in maths without your help. I'm just glad I was able to leverage some of my influence in town to get her into your class again this year.”
They each sat in the same cross-legged pose. I quickly moved behind my desk, hoping against all odds those two pairs of legs wouldn't be too much of a distraction. On Emma a pair of white stockings led the way to two navy pumps.
“You're too kind” I replied “Freya's always been a pleasure to teach. However, I notice this year that she's refusing to do her work in class.”
“So perceptive” she leaned in as she spoke, and I noticed that the top few buttons of her blouse were undone. I even caught a glimpse of her lacy white bra, and could feel myself growing hard. “As you know, she has been ***********ed to play for the state netball team. Unfortunately, this means that she has become something of a local celebrity.”
I looked over at Freya who had her phone out and was mostly tuning out our conversation. She wore a tight black t-shirt and I could see her chest moving up and down as she breathed.
Turning back to her mum I replied “yes, I had noticed that.”
“Good, good” Emma nodded and began undoing the buttons on her blazer “sorry, do you mind if I take this off?”
“Oh, no, I don't mind” I could feel myself starting to blush.
“Thanks, it's been such a long day” she carefully placed the blazer on the back of her chair, giving me a great view of her bum as she bent over.
I shifted around in my seat, trying to ease some of the tension on my cock.
“Are you okay?” she asked playfully, retaking her seat.
“Um, yes” I managed to reply “so, about this test that Freya needs...”
“I would like her to take it at home” she stated confidently “I will supervise her and you can trust that it will be done properly.”
“Hmm” I unconsciously adjust the collar on my shirt “I don't think the school will allow that.”
“I've thought around that” she declared “she can pretend to take the test with her class, then you swap it out for the one we, I mean, she does at home. It's a good plan, no?”
At this point she took a pen from my desk and began rolling it over her lips. Did she have fillers, I thought. I bet they would feel so good wrapped around...
“Well” she interrupted “do we have a deal?”
“A deal?” I asked “you know, it feels like you're just getting what you want.”
She smiled. “Good, at least now I know you're willing to negotiate.”
I glanced over at Freya, who was clearly smiling at my defeat. Oh well, I thought, let's see what I can get out of this.
“And what are you bringing to the table?” I inquired.
“Myself.”
“Meaning?”
“Now now” she chided “don't play dumb, I can tell you want me.”
“Okay” I admitted “but perhaps Freya should leave the room first.”
“No” Emma countered “she will be staying to film this, in case you go back on our deal.”
“But she's your daughter.”
“It's fine, sir” Freya spoke up “besides, I'm eighteen now.”
“See” Emma declared “she's down for whatever, now tell me, Mister maths teacher, exactly what you want.”
I took a sip from the water bottle on my desk. I needed a moment to process, to make sure this was really happening. All those years watching videos on Property Sex and here, in my office, a real life, thicc real estate agent, offering herself to me. In for a penny, in for a pound, the old phrase went through my head.
I looked around the room. Quite a few teachers shared this office and I knew some of them kept cushions or pillows.
“Freya” I started “of all the teachers in this office, which one do you like the least?”
The girl looked around the room. “Probably Miss Keyes, that bitch tried to fail me.”
I smiled “good choice, can you fetch me that cushion from her desk, the one with her dogs on it.”
“Sure” she said, getting up and slowly walking across the room.
After she had passed me the cushion I stood up and placed on the ground in front of me. “Emma” I indicated the cushion “would you mind? And keep that outfit as it is.”
“Mm” she moaned slightly “very assertive of you, sir. I can see why my daughter likes you.”
“Mum” Freya complained, while setting up her phone to record.
I began taking off my trousers while watching a fantasy come to life. Looking up at me, her cleavage exposed, was a sexy real estate agent. Her eyes lit up as I freed myself from those constricting boxer shorts.
“It's beautiful” she complimented “so veiny.”
She began slowly, her right hand moving up and down my shaft. I could see Freya behind her, watching in fascination. There was something so perverse, so wrong about this. However, in that moment I just wanted more. I looked back down at Emma as her left hand moved under and gently cupped my aching balls. I moaned in ecstasy, not caring how loud I was.
“Wow” Freya exclaimed.
“Keep watching baby girl” her mother instructed “I can teach you things here even your sex-ed classes won't touch.”
And with that she took my cock between her juicy lips. The sound of cock sucking soon filled the office. I held onto my desk with one hand, my legs already starting to feel weak. Emma continued fondling my balls while her tongue worked miracles on my penis.
“I'm getting close” I moaned loudly.
“Cum in her mouth” Freya demanded, moving closer with her phone.
Nothing could have stopped me at that point, but hearing the desperation in Freya's voice gave me the best orgasm I've had in years. Without realising I had grabbed Emma's hair with my free hand and my cock was shooting jets of warm cum, quickly filling up her mouth. Before I was empty I could see some of my own semen leaking out of her luscious lips.
It took a minute for me to regain my composure. By then Freya had stopped recording and placed her phone on my desk. “You did really well sir, that was so hot” she was practically beaming.
“Um, thanks Freya” I managed to reply.
After helping her mum back onto her feet I noticed that she was still holding my seed in her mouth. In a few motions she picked up Miss Keyes' cushion and began spitting my cum all over it. She looked up at me and smiled “as you can tell, my daughter's happiness means a lot to me.”
“That was the best I've ever had” I replied “and don't worry, I'll do everything I can to make sure she gets an A in this class.”
“That's good to hear.”
I noticed some more cum just below her mouth and went to wipe it off with my finger. Before I could Freya pushed past and quickly lapped it up with her tongue.
“Um...” I started.
The girl turned around cheerfully “don't worry, sir, I love the taste, and I can see you've got some more.”
In a flash she was sitting in my chair and directing my cock towards her own mouth. Looking down I could see a small amount of semen still clinging to it. Like a sexy kitten she soon lapped up all my cum and gave me a smooth polish.
“She's such a good girl” her mum purred behind my ear “maybe we should do this again?”
