A Father’s Unexpected Encounter with His Son’s Attractive Teacher

The moment I saw her, I knew I had to have her. She was my son’s class teacher, all prim and proper in her pencil skirt and blouse, but I could see the hunger in her eyes. I pretended to be a concerned father, scheduling a private meeting to discuss my son’s progress. When she opened the door to her classroom after hours, I could smell her perfume, a mix of jasmine and something darker. I locked the door behind me, and she knew. She didn’t resist when I pushed her against the desk, her skirt riding up as I pressed my cock against her thigh. ‘You’ve been a bad teacher,’ I whispered, ‘letting your student’s father fuck you.’ She moaned as I tore her panties aside and slammed into her, her tight pussy gripping me like a vice. I fucked her raw, her moans echoing off the empty walls, until I came deep inside her. She was just a hole for me to use, and she loved it.