Blackmailing the Naughty Teacher

by Emily Bennice

  Blackmailing the Naughty Teacher

  By Emily Bennice

  Ⓒ Emily Bennice 2015

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  Chapter 1

  It was the end of the year and I was feeling altogether too warm upstairs in my second floor classroom. The pile of tests still needed to be marked and I hadn’t bothered to turn in any of my paperwork yet, but all I could think about was getting the hell out of my room. I’d tried going for a walk, yesterday I’d called in sick, and now I just sat impatiently tapping my fingers on the edge of my desk.

  Outside construction workers had already begun drilling on the school’s old sidewalk. They were so noisy and their racket had been going on for several weeks now. Not that I’d minded seeing their hard tan bodies outside my window in spare moments, but after a while, I just wanted some peace and quiet in order to think.

  Thoughts of their muscles bulging under t-shirts and florescent vests reminded me of the man I’d watched pushing a wheelbarrow yesterday. I’d been headed out to my car after work, and he let loose a low catcall.

  I’d given him the satisfaction of turning and rolling my eyes, but I’d smiled too. Being cooped up with teenagers all day sometimes left me climbing the walls for some adult interaction. He’d been good looking too. The way his eyes had lit up when I turned around, I was getting hotter just thinking about him. I didn’t know his name or where he was from, but I’d seen lust in his eyes. Desire for me. A small smile was turning up the corners of my lips as I thought about him and a few of the others I’d spotted from time to time walking around the school grounds.

  The mood had struck me and with no one about, I decided to lock my classroom door and pleasure myself to the thought of that laboring man outside and down below my classroom windows.

  I was careful to turn off the lights, that way no one would know I was in my room and come a knocking. I spread my legs as I sat in my swivel chair, my fingers reached up my tight pencil skirt and tickled at my damp silk panties.

  My eyes closed and my heartbeat quickened as my mouth fell open and I began to amuse myself on the hot June day. Wetness dripped around my fingers as I touched my sensitive nub and then pushed deeper inside. It was hard to stay quiet, but I tried to remember where I was, in school, in my classroom, with my fingers up my wet pussy.

  I let my fingers titillate me at a dizzying pace given the heat of my room. Soon I was unbuttoning my blouse and slipping my other hand below the cotton and under my silk bombshell bra. My nipples were hard and my skin was firm for massaging. This was an excellent way to spend my boring afternoon and I was definitely enjoying myself, in fact I was almost ready to climax when I heard a knock at my door.

  “Fuck,” I whispered under my breath. Quickly I straightened up and went to answer. “Coming,” I called huskily. I was still a bit worked up.

  I looked through the glass pane and there stood the building principal. I blushed furiously thinking about the possibility that he could know what I’d been up to, with haste I opened the door.

  “Hi,” I said trying to appear calm. “Do you need something?”

  “Are you finals ready? We want to get a list of failures for summer school.”

  “Um, I’m working on them right now, why didn’t you just call?” I asked curiously. Usually the secretary called up when they needed something. I was surprised that he had made the trip up to ask.

  He quickly pointed to my phone. “Phone’s off the hook.”

  “I didn’t realize,” I said blushing more.

  I had to get my head back in the game. I’d been pleasuring myself and all the while my phone had been off the hook. What if my principal had unlocked the door and walked in? I couldn’t believe how badly I’d been behaving.

  “I’ll get right to it,” I promised him.

  “Thank you, Cheryl will be ready for the information when you get done,” he said “By the way,” he said, looking a little embarrassed. “You’re missing a button on your blouse.”

  My hands clapped to my shirt. “Which one?”

  “Um, third one down I think,” he said nervously.

  “I’m sorry, I’ll fix it.”

  “It’s okay, I’m sorry to have pointed it out, however, I assumed you would want to know.”

  “I do, thank you.”

  “Not a problem, just call us with the grades as soon as you can,” he said again. I almost thought he was grinning, but couldn’t be sure as he quickly turned to head back to his office.

  I closed the door and collapsed against the hard surface. I’d taken a big chance playing with myself. I shook my head. “Time to get to work.”

  Did I want to get to work? Hell no, but the year was almost over. I’d just get down to business and finish up.

  Chapter 2

  A few essays in and my eyes were drooping again. This was painful. Why did it always seem that students could care less when it came to their finals? It never failed that the worst writing I saw would show up at the end of the year.

  I forced myself to focus on their writing and not the yearning I still felt pulling at my stomach starving to be sated. I was going to be here after hours if I didn’t get moving.

  Suddenly another knock came to my door. I was certain I’d put the phone on the hook, so who could it possibly be now?

  I got up from my desk and went to the door for the second time. Honestly though, I was grateful for the disturbance. I needed a break for the dull writing and monotonous answers.

  Outside the window stood the very construction worker I’d fantasized about earlier. If he only knew what he’d done to me already. I smiled a little while opening the door.

  “May I help you?” I asked curiously. What could he want?

  “Can I come in?”

  “I don’t know, can you?” I teased. My teaching habits coming through.

  He grinned salaciously and I let him in. He closed the door behind us and gestured for me to take a seat at my desk. All curiosity, I followed his directions.

  “What’s this about?” I wondered if he was going to ask me on a date. We’d clearly been making eyes at each other. I didn’t know if I’d accept the offer but I played with the notion while I waited for him.

  Yup, there he went, reaching for his cell phone, he was going to ask me on a date. I was flattered. It took some balls to come to a teacher’s room and ask for a date. I had to give him credit.

  Then he pressed the screen a few times and held it up for me to see.

  Across the screen I could see my face. My lips were forming an “O” and my eyes were closed. As the scene progressed it was becoming very clear that I was pleasuring myself, and that somehow, he had taped it.

  My eyes narrowed. “Where did you get that?”

  I stood up and looked out the window. I couldn’t possibly guess how he’d managed to get that shot.

  “Does it really matter?” His smile was grating on my nerves now.

  “Yes it matters! I don’t want you spying on me.”

  “I can’t help myself Miss. You’re hot, and I’ve been watching you every day.”

  I was appalled and flattered at the same time. He was an attractive man. Dark curls of hair wisped from under his hard hat and his five o’clock shadow held just the right amount of scr
uff to make him very manly and rough.

  “I don’t care if you think I’m hot,” I lied. “You can’t just go around recording people! It’s illegal.”

  “Oh, you’re preaching ethics to me?” he asked as he rose from the small desk his large body had been occupying.

  “Well, I didn’t know anyone was watching, and it’s, it’s hot in here.” I was losing my senses over his video of me fingering myself. “You have to get rid of that, or I’ll report you.”

  He chuckled a little and his smirk made my blood boil. “What are you going to tell them?”

  “I’ll tell them you’re stalking me.”

  “What proof do you have?” He was walking closer to me.

  “That video!”

  “Oh, you’re going to bring up this video?” He pointed to his phone.

  I closed my eyes in disbelief over the situation. “What do you want?”

  “Well, I have an idea that I think will appeal to you and my own interest.”

  I looked at him hopefully. He was inches away from me. His body was looming and strong. I didn’t want to upset him, I felt so small just standing nearby.

  “What?”

  “You let me screw you on that desk and I’ll delete this little video. That way I get what I want, your hot body up against mine, and you’ll finally get off today. I noticed you were rudely interrupted before you finished.”

  I slapped him. He grabbed my hand and then pulled me into his body. His lips were on mine before I could push him away.

  “I know you’re attracted to me too, so why not give into your baser nature? Let me help you do what you know you want to.”

  I felt my body responding to his proximity, to his manly nature, to his terrible blackmailing scheme. I liked it all.

  “If I say yes, then you’ll delete?”

  “I promise to delete this video if you have sex with me. Otherwise, and I really hope you don’t make me do this, but I’ll send a copy to your board of education. I don’t think the members will approve. Do you?”

  I nodded my head. I was going to do this. I wanted to make that video go away, and god damn it, I wanted to have sex on my fucking desk! I was tired of sitting around here feeling bored and locked up. It was hot, it was summer, and here was a gorgeous blue eyed construction worker ready to make my dull afternoon roll away.

  “You consent?” he sounded surprised.

  “I do. Hold on, let me lock the door and close the shades.”

  He shook his head at my nervous actions. Then he began to pull off his vest and hat. He was even hotter with that plastic hat off of his head.

  “Wait,” I stopped what I was doing. “Where’s the camera? How did you get that shot? How do I know you’re not taping us right now?”

  “There’s no camera, I just happened to be out on the roof over there,” he pointed out the window. Sure enough, it was a clear shot into my room. “Guess today was my lucky day.”

  “I hope you aren’t messing with me?” I asked him. I felt so apprehensive about the entire predicament.

  “Oh, I’m going to mess with you,” he growled pulling me close to him.

  Chapter 3

  Somehow he already had me slippery. I was anticipating the ride he was offering. It shocked me really. Was I truly this depraved? Was I going to have sex with a stranger in my classroom while other workers still inhabited the building?

  He began to unbutton my blouse, what was left of buttons, and I realized that I definitely was.

  “You have the most breathtaking tits,” he appraised.

  I reveled in his compliment, but tried to act abashed. I covered them up, but he pulled my hands away.

  “Nope, I want to see them and you are going to show them to me. Take off your bra.”

  I let my shirt fall to the floor and then slowly undid the clasp of my bra before teasingly pulling it off. I stood before him, my soft breasts warm and welcoming him. It was too warm for my nipples to be hard in the moment, instead they looked bigger and fuller. I actually thought they looked better like this. I looked up to see his expression.

  “Your body is amazing,” he said. Then he surprised me by pulling me into a deep kiss.

  He didn’t even touch my breasts yet, instead he enjoyed the feel of them pushed up against his body.

  I could feel his hard muscles through his soft cotton t-shirt. He was built strong from hard labor. It had been a while since I’d been this intimate with a man. My body was begging for it.

  Before long I felt his hands slip down to my waist and he began unzipping my skirt. I wiggled my hips a bit and it fell to the ground, leaving me in nothing but my moist silk panties.

  Now he pulled back from the kiss and grinned. He took my hand and twirled me around slowly. A soft whistle escaped his lips.

  “You are one hell of a beauty.”

  “It’s not fair that I’m the only one exposed,” I said reaching for his t-shirt.

  He let me lift it up over his head revealing his tanned chest. He had a remarkable amount of detailed tattoos scattered across his chest and back.

  I ran my fingers over a dog tag tattoo.

  “Were you in the military?” I asked.

  “I was.” He took my hand and ran it over his shoulder. Then he did the same with my other.

  While I stood before him, my arms clutching around his broad shoulders, he took off his belt, unzipped his pants and let them fall to the ground. Then, as we still stood deliciously close, he pulled his boxers down and let them fall to his boots with his pants.

  The hard rod he revealed made my juices flow for him. Now he pulled me closer, right up against him. My legs split to either side of his massive body.

  “Onto that desk Miss?”

  “I’m Miss Anderson,” I told him.

  “You can call me Cullen,” he said.

  “Nice to meet you.”

  “Oh I intend to make this meeting far better than nice,” he grinned.

  I liked his smile. It was hot, the way his white teeth seemed to glow because of his tan. He was sinister for blackmailing me, but he was truly doing me a favor. This was the best thing that could have happened today in my opinion, and we hadn’t even really gotten started.

  I sat on the desk and he pulled me to the edge and then got down on his knees before me.

  Before I could say anything his tongue was deep within me, swirling and teasing. I grabbed at his thick head of sable curls.

  His fingers joined his mouth. As he licked he made small circles on my sensitive nub. This was so much better than doing it myself. He was working magic on me. Once again I was trying to stifle my moans.

  He looked up at me. “Come on, no one will hear you.”

  I was so nervous, but I couldn’t help myself, as he moved down below creating insatiable sensations, I leaned back and groaned at his movements.

  Closer and faster he was driving me to climax. My fingers gripped with white knuckles along the edges of my desk until he made me scream.

  “Oh Cullen!” I exhaled sharply.

  He stood up now and smiled lewdly at me. “You liked that? I think I’ve got something else for you.”

  I was trying to catch my breath, to relax, to calm down, but at the same time my motor was running for more of what this man was just dying to give me.

  Finally he removed his pants and boots. His throbbing cock stood at full attention and was aimed delightfully at my swollen wet lips.

  “Are you ready?”

  Suddenly I gasped, my hand slapped over my mouth. “I don’t have a condom!”

  He laughed again. “No condoms in a classroom? What is this world coming to?” he teased me. “I’ll pull out.”

  I nodded at him, unable to control myself. “Take me,” I told him. I leaned back on the desk and spread my legs further apart for him.

  He moved his body between my legs and I felt his hard rod entering me where his tongue had so recently ravished. Deep inside, he filled me. I sat up again and kissed his beaut
iful face. My tongue wrapped around his as he began to move himself back and forth within me.

  I enjoyed his tempoed pace. I moved with him, our bodies joined together in kismet union.

  I could hear his body slapping into mine, the heat of the day, the juices of our bodies, it was hot. His fingers grabbed at my round ass and he lifted me up, pulling me closer to him, making himself go further inside of me.

  Soon I was jolting up and down as he held me close. Our bodies moved furiously in the humid room. After a while he lowered me to the cool tiled floor. The cold linoleum felt sweet in comparison with the heat.

  He pulled my legs up around his waist and continued to pummel me mercilessly with his hard erection.

  I loved the sensation of our bodies reeling together in my very own classroom. I’d always wanted to have sex in here, but the idea was ludicrous and maybe even a little slutty. Now that it was happening I was mad at myself for not doing it before.

  “Roll over,” he directed me.

  I flipped around, my arms stabilizing my core while my legs continued to straddle him, but now he was coming into me from underneath. I relished the new sensation of him inside of me. I looked under and could see his veiny dick moving up and down surrounded by my dripping lips. My breasts touched the cold floor as he moved.

  I felt cool and hot at the same time. He moved to his knees and my legs split further apart as he pushed even deeper.

  I was shaking with delight as he fucked me. It was getting dirtier now, and the faster he went, the more I was enjoying the sensation of behaving badly.

  “You’re a bad teacher,” he growled behind me as he bucked.

  “Teach me a lesson then.”

  He already was.

  At my urging he pushed harder and gripped my hips pulling me to him. Soon we were both groaning without inhibition. I let myself enjoy the experience and he made me cum all over again. I felt him pull out in the end and warm spray of his own fluid spilled across my back and ass.

  I looked back to see him holding his dick in his hands and I never wanted to forget the look of satisfaction I saw written across his face.