Blackmailed teacher

Robert Vickers

CHAPTER ONE

Liz squirmed nervously as she sat in her high-backed wooden chair. The faces of the bored students told her they didn't know what was making her so nervous.

If they'd known she had a boy's tongue eagerly lapping up and down the inside of her thigh and pushing toward her gooey cunt, they would have been far more attentive.

But they didn't know that Don, their classmate, was under their history teacher's desk. They didn't know she had her skirts hiked up around her waist. And they definitely didn't know what she was feeling at that instant as the boy's tongue drove mercilessly into her juicy cunt.

"Uh, and who, uh, ummmm, who can t-tell me wh-when the Constitution was ratified?" she stammered. It was getting harder and harder for her to keep talking. The words jumbled together the closer that lapping tongue came to her hot little pussy.

"Uh, 1789?" came a faint voice from the back of the room.

Liz Walker couldn't even concentrate. The date may have been right or it could have been wildly wrong. All she cared about was getting tongue fucked.

"Good. Now, class, r-read the next chapter wh-while I correct your tests from yesterday."

She heard a faint snicker from under her desk. Don was enjoying the feeling of power he had over her. She didn't dare call him on it. The humiliation of being found with the boy under her skirt and licking her twat would be too much.

She would also get her ass fired so quick she wouldn't know what happened for a solid week.