His Mystery Tease.

This is just a short story, i want to give you what kind of writer i am.  i hope everyone likes it.

Warning: sexual content. so, please. if your younger than seventeen don't read!!!

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         Tease!!

              Dean John Thompson step inside his office at Wallace HS and sight. the second his eyes caught the pink envelope on his desk he close the door, looked around, drop his briefcase and rush to it. his blood bump to his heart making it beat furiously. then it swell, with love. sweat break out on his on forehead. waiting, he have been waiting all week for this one letter. the one of many he have been receiving since four years ago. at first he thought it was just a prank, someone trying to get him fire. But after investigating, he find out that wasn't the case and the person who have been sending them to him wanted him. he still haven't caught her. he knew it was a her because what's inside the envelope consist of women pictures of parts belonging to an African-American woman.  very private parts. first it was the lips, nose, ears, hair, and hands. no eyes. he wonder why?  then as the years go by she send him, her breast, ass, and pussy. and every time it would arose him.  along with the pictures would consist a letter, explaining her self and body parts. at first he would throw them away, it would be unforgiving if someone saw him with them. sexual relation with teachers and student is a very stick rule that should never been broken. no matter how in love the teacher (him) is in love with the student.

               John sniff the envelope and became hard. casting a look around him once more he chuckle, his door was look, the shades for the window close. no one can see him. both hands on the envelope, he open it. he almost had an heart attack when he saw the picture. he was shock it fell from his grip. taking a few moments to regain himself he bend picking it up. at 32 years old, such a sight shouldn't shock him. but it did, his mystery tease. the name he gave his admire, send a full body photo but her face was block. from her shoulder, to her pretty blue toes. she had one hand messaging her left breast while the other was playing with her womanly core. he began hard from smelling the envelope, now his shaft was painfully pressing against his pants. he knew if he didn't get release soon he wasn't going to live for the seven hours to come, with speed he didn't know he possess, he open his pants, pull his shirt out it, then push it down his legs. looking at the photo he took hold of his hard and demanding shaft in his right hand and began pleasuring himself. 

             up and down. up and down. he went with his hand, "ah.' he moan. he kept his eyes on the photo. eye fucking it.  he imagine, kissing her. sucking on her breast. taking her dark nipples in his mouth and suck, bite and lick it. then he would kiss down her body to her wet waiting womanly core. first he would tease her, licking it lightly at first. letting her know what she did to him these past four years.  he would lick over and over again, then suck it. playing with her womnaly core. he would get pleasure from her begging him to take her. but he wouldn't she had to be punish first. then he would take one finger and push it in her. fuck her with it like he would with his shaft. all the while she would be begging him. but still he wouldn't make her come. when he knew she was about to come he would stop.  the moment with his hands stop too. not yet.

            then he would have her suck his shaft like a lollipop."ahhh, so good." he moan out. it was ok for him to moan out since it was only 6 in the morning and the teachers didn't come until 7, to get everything ready for 8.  his eyes continued down the photo to her womanly core. he imagine his shaft inside her. thrusting furiously then coming. he imagine his mystery tease and him together until he came. imagining it was her womanly core. his cream shot all over his desk. he lean across the desk for support. drain, rested he took the letter out.

               Dear Mr Thompson, it began.   

                     how are you feeling my love? sick? tried?  please don't let these bad kids work you yo your death. we can't had that, i had to have you first. so, how do you like my photo? was it good masturbating to it like i know you do? was it better than the others?  how is your searching in trying to find me? give up my love. you will never find out who i am. even if you stay over night at the school. don't try to find me, i know where you are. can you believe it's four years, four years since i saw you. rushing to the building because you thought you were going to be late for your first day at work. it took only three months to realize what  you are to me. someone i love unconditionally.

              I love you John Sloan Thompson.