Part True Life, Part Fantasy

I'm a female teacher, blond with blue-green eyes, with a full figure. I was young, and I had helped my principal by presenting the latest I'd heard at a conference, for the rest of the faculty. Everyone had left, and I was packing up boxes of materials when the vice principal came in to tell me what a great job I'd done. I had made a point of dressing professionally, and the last thing I wanted was to be accused of anything shady. I was young and appreciated how supportive my principal was. So the v.p. laughed nervously and said he didn't want to get in trouble for sexual harassment or anything, but when I was leaning over it made his day because he could see my full breasts in the lacy bra with satin bows at the sides. I didn't know what to say or do. This man was married, and I heard he made a pass at anything in a skirt. I thanked him for letting me know as I pulled my blouse higher (practically to the top of my neck) and stacked the boxes so that I could leave in one trip to my car. It was such a relief to hear that he'd been made v.p. at the larger school across the street.
The next year, I was teaching night school classes at that school across the street, and I was in the small book room closet in my classroom when he came in during the break. He stood in the doorway, blocking me, telling me it's his job once in a while to stay after and make sure the evening programs run well. Ok... I wasn't wearing anything remotely revealing, but he put his hand on my shoulder as he told me he could have me transferred to that school next year. I could teach any course I wanted, including the most advanced. I thanked him and said it was a generous offer, but my principal had already done so much and I didn't want to be disloyal. He said he liked how committed I was to her and hoped that someday I could feel that way about being on his school's faculty...I even told my father about it, and he agreed that the man would expect something in return that I didn't want to provide - and he'd expect it before he fulfilled his part of the bargain. I felt very sorry for his wife and kids. Then I learned he had a heart attack and died. I have to admit it was a relief.

Still, as repulsed as I was, I was drawn to my idea of what it could be like with him. I knew his type. He had been a football coach. He was big and stocky. He'd want to be dominated in the bedroom. He was assertive in his job and had authority, but if I showed up in his office, drew the blinds and sat with my legs apart in front of him on his desk, he'd do as I wanted. I could make him say please and slap his hand away before putting his fingers in my panties if he didn't do it right. I'd slap his face hard before I bit his neck. I'd claw at him and leave all sorts of marks. He'd have to go down on me, and I'd grab his hair as I'd guide him to my orgasm with his tongue. I'd make him stop and start over again, several times. Then I'd make him go achingly slow, slow, slow as he entered me. After he came, he'd have to lick it up. No messes. And that new classroom with the tech board? That would be mine, too...

By Anonymous

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