Mr Barton was tapping his foot on the floor in a irregular beat as he keeps his eye on the clock counting down the seconds until he had to teach again, waiting impatiently for lunch to be over as he did moma Lisa (the beautiful painting on the wall) jumped out of the painting gracefully her signature seductive smile plasterd on her snow like completion he bright green orbs staring into his soul as he quickly pinned him up against the cream walls her breath caressing his face with a soft sent of strawberry and a hint of watermelon .he stud there dazed looking at her revilling blouse imagining all the things he'd let her do to him he felt himself starting to drool over the cleavage that was peering over her shirt
Mona: "are you going to fuck me or just stare at my tits" she said with the coner of her mouth Turing upwards into a sinister smirk knowing she's making him flustered with her bold and straightforward words
Mr B: "u-umm are y-y-ou real?" *he said praying this all wasn't in his head as this is one of his secret fantasys being dominated by such a bold woman
Mona Lisa guided his hands to her bosoms forcing his hairy hands to grope and fondle her perky round Z cup breasts
Mona : "do they feel real?" She said the smirk still painted onto her face as she knows she's getting him hard just from such small actions and words
She cupped his cheek slamming her lips onto his in a dominating tounge filled Passionate makeout session
As she pushed him on the lab table and sat on top of him teasingly grinding her soaked panties on his clothed member, low grunts and groans echoed through the classroom he felt her hands rubbing his hair filled arms she giggles as seeing his reaction as she unziped his trouser pulled down his pants as his member sprung up precum dripping and dribbling out the tip causing her to hold back a laugh knowing she got him this worked up.
M- "mhhm your exited" she teased trailing the tip of her finger up from the base of his cock to the tip teasing him
B- s-s-shut up and start sucking w-w-whore" he said nervously as he is only used to giving praise and respecting women not using such foul and derogatory terms to turn them on
As she lightly started to bob her head nit putting it all the way in just to see how long it will take for him to start getting angry and forcing himself on her
Soon Mr Barton realizes she's not trying her hardest and takes mayers into his own hands grabbing her hair and forcing his whole cock done her throat not caring if she can't breath or hoe many tears come out of her eyes as he's too wrapped up in his own pleasure
Mr b: "Mmhhmm"the sound of delight hummed in his throat and he let a whisper of pleasure escape his lips, he bites his bottom lip trying not to make a sound as the lunch bell rang he panicked pushed her forcefully back into the paper and ziped up his pants his cock wasn't pleased as he still was harder than a rock
Phe decided that maybe he was gonna sit on his chair until it went away but half way through the lesson he could feel the throbbing of his cock he needed to release this lode
he grabbed a tissue as began to rub his member he began to keep the subtle rhythm going until he was on the edge
One of the students walked up to his desk and slightly leand forward reviving her red laced bra add more pleasure he was rubbing himself more roughly after helpokg her with her questions
as he let out all of his warm white liquid feeling less tenses he look at the paper realising it's empty as he looked around he saw her in the corner
Wow. I knew u was pathetic but not this much touching yourself in a lesson wow and edging your self, wow. Now I know what u like I'll try it tomorrow tell your wife and kids good night .
As the end of the day bell ringes he packed up his stuff and when home he didn't even say hello he went straight to bed feeling guilty for what he did but also a rush of adrenaline
the last time he felt like this is when his wife put clips on his nipples and pegged him but this feeling was different what was he thinking he has a baby girl and a wife he
needed to get his shit together and tell Mona Lisa she needed to stop trying to seduce him yes it was that way
Late at night he tossed and turned imagining if his wife was Mona Lisa...gosh hes imagining all the dirty things he could do, pegging, anal, strip teasing, shower, doggy, all night all day, from the front door to the bathroom to the kitchen to the living room to the kids bedroom there wouldn't be a spot clean from there love making
He images as she's sleeping him tasting her juices as he plays with his nipples trying to make her cum but also not wake her
He lays awake all night imagining his perfect marrage with her..forgetting all about his real wife and children
The next day he wake up with a wink of sleep he put on his cycling shorts on his bike backpack and a tight shirt to be aerodynamic as he peddles up the huge hill regretting eveything he said and done with Mona Lisa trying to plan a way to tell her in the most nices and least upsetting way to say he can't do it anymore without breaking her heart and his in the process
