A teacher find out about the photoshoots and takes Mandy for a spin.
The morning after the sensational activities, Mandy was to be lounging around the living room in her pyjamas, filling in her mother on what happened during the suit.
“Hold on Tracy was there and Mrs Crest your old headmistress? Small world.” Cheryl replied, a little shocked finding this out about her neighbour. I’m not sure I could have done it personally, get undressed in front of my headteacher. Then aging he was an old guy called Mr. Norton.” She admitted. Cheryl was wearing a blue summer dress, with a yellow sun flower pattern covering it.
“I got a little embarrassed when I saw her there as well as Mrs Crest, but it’s just something about this Cindy, she calmed my nerves and enjoyed myself in the end.” Mandy explained.
“I got a pretty good idea, of how you enjoyed yourself last night.” Cheryl responded smirking. “There was a certain aroma that clung to you in the car.” Cheryl continued, making her daughter blush in embarrassment.
Suddenly, their conversation was interpreted by someone knocking on the front. Both getting up, they answered the door to find Cindy standing there. She was wearing a white tank top, with a brown leather jacket over the top and blue jeans.
“Cindy?” Mandy asked, confused to see her at her door, but rushed forward and hugged her all the same. “What are you doing here?” She asked.
“Firstly, I came to give you this.” Cindy pulled out a thick envelope and handed it to Mandy. “Your payment for the shoot last night. She informed.
Mandy’s jaw dropped, inside was a thick wod of cash. “£2000.” Cindy smirked briefly, but quickly turned to a worried expression noticing Cheryl over Mandy’s shoulder.
“I’m Cheryl Mandy’s mother.” She introduced herself. “Mandy told me all about you two meeting in the park and giving her an amazing opportunity.” She continued.
“Lovely to meet you too, I’m Cindy.” Cindy smiled again, her brief fear leaving her.
“Surely this is too much money?” Mandy asked still stunned.
“I don’t.” Cindy replied flatly. “I asked a lot from you for that photoshoot, so you get paid a lot. Which reminds me, I also wanted to check in on you and make sure you were all good.” She added, changing the subject.
“What a lovely gesture.” Cheryl beamed. “Why don’t you come in for a little while?” She asked.
“I can’t I’m afraid.” Cindy refused. “Very busy today, just wanted to give Mandy her money and make sure she’s all okay.” Cindy explained and with a quick wave, she got in her car and drove away.
A couple days passed and Mandy once again found herself deep in thought, as her history teacher was droning on as always. She mentioned something about Franz Ferdinand or something. Mandy was currently dressed in her school uniform. White shirt, blue tie, black blazer and grey pleated skirt, that sat above the knee slightly. She was supposed to be jotting down notes, but instead was reliving the events of the photoshoot, all those not being able to control themselves and started playing with her body. Just then, the bell rang that signaled the end of school and jolted Mandy awake. She was about to pack her things up but then Miss Ashcroft started speaking. 7
“Miss Coban, come to my desk and show me what notes you have taken this lesson.
“Oh dear!” Mandy thought to herself, all she had written in her book was today’s date. Sheepishly, Mandy walked up to her teacher’s desk and showed her lack of work.
Miss Olivia Ashcroft, was in her early thirties. Mahogany coloured air was tied back in a ponytail, wire rim glasses sat on her face in front of her hazel eyes and had a small rounded face. Olivia was dressed quite professionally, a smart white blouse, a smart blue blazer and a matching pencil skirt, that went passed her knees. Her eyes stopped on the lack of notes for a couple minutes, before giving Mandy a piercing stare.
“You must be an expert on this subject, you didn’t feel the need to take down any notes.” Miss Ashcroft said casually, not giving away her emotions. Meanwhile, Mandy started to fidget with her fingers. “Tell me, on which date was Franz Ferdinand assassinated?” Olivia asked her student. “I want the year and month.” She added. Unfortunately, Mandy was unable to answer.
“I don’t know Miss.” Mandy answered, feeling ashamed.
“Franz Ferdinand, was the archduke of which nation?” Miss Ashcroft asked another question, which would have been easy if Mandy was paying attention.
“Germany.” Mandy answered, hoping for a shot in the dark.
“Wrong.” Olivia sighed. “Had you been paying attention, you would have learnt that he was from Austria-Hungary and that he was assassinated on the 28th of June 1914. Basic information that will appear on your exam at the end of the year.” Miss Ashcroft explained.
“I’m sorry Miss.” Mandy, replied hanging her head in shame.
“Sorry for what? Daydreaming? Wasting both our time? If you don’t want to be here, I can fail you on assignments and you can spend my lessons with the headmistress?” Olivia reprimand, but kept her voice calm and steady.
“No, please don’t fail me, I need this to stand a better chance at getting into college.” Mandy replied, a little hysterical.
“Why?” Miss Ashcroft asked bluntly. “We are 4 weeks into September and you’re been caught daydreaming twice now.” She continued, taking Mandy’s notebook and flipping to the date. “See! You barely took any notes in that lesson too.” She finally raised her voice a little. “I don’t see why I should waste my time.”
“Please Miss, I know I messed up bad, but please don’t fail me!” Mandy pleaded desperately.
“What are you willing to do?” Olivia asked, her voice calm again.
“Um…” Mandy didn’t quite know how to respond.
“What are you willing to do, to show me you are committed to this class.” Miss Ashcroft repeated her question.
“Anything, whatever you want.” Mandy responded, still a little panicked.
“Don’t say words you don’t mean!” Miss Ashcroft reprimanded. “Anything means anything, even if you don’t want to do it.” She added.
“I understand and I mean it.” Mandy fired back.
“Very well, I want you to close my classroom door and lock it.” Olivia ordered.
“Yes Miss.” Mandy responded, walking over to the door and locking herself in with her history teacher.
“Now I want you to bend over the desk.” Olivia commanded. Mandy thought it was a strange request, but she did anyway, bending over and sticking her bum out. Then without warning, Mandy felt hands unfasten her skirt, causing it to drop and was quickly followed up by yanking her pale blue knickers down to her knees.
“Hey!” Mandy exclaimed and was in the process of lifting her head to protest more, when Miss Ashcroft forced it back down.
“I’m going to spank you, teach you a good hard lesson about daydreaming in my classroom.” Olivia stated, smirking as she gazed at her students exposed bottom.
“Is this woman for real?!” Mandy furiously thought to herself, still recovering from the fact that she had been stripped by her teacher and had her arse out for all to see. “Yeah Bethany was her former headmistress in primary school, but it had been years since she last saw her and was no longer her student.
For a few moments nothing happened, Olivia was still just gazing at her students rear, then WHACK!!! Miss Ashcroft struck in the center of Mandy’s bum, leaving a feint hand print across the crevice. Olivia was beaming, getting to touch such a beautiful plumber arse, drew back her hand and struck in the exact same spot. WHAM!!! Momentarily, Miss Ashcroft’s hand stayed touching Mandy’s bum, longing ro squeeze it. But Olivia had to resist, it wasn’t playtime yet, Mandy needed to be punished.
In quick succession, Olivia played ten alternating hits on both cheeks.
Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!
A tear welled up in Mandy’s eyes, silently accepting the strikes, she wanted to show that it didn’t affect. Although it really hurt.
“Now it’s turning red.” Olivia commented, caressing the sore cheeks with a tender hand. “That hurt didn’t it?” She questioned, continuing to stroke Mandy’s backside.
Mandy simply nodded yes.
Miss Ashcroft spanked one more time, Mandy let out a soft hiss, enduring the pain. This time, Olivia’s hands squeezed deeply, kneading her students buns. Her body seemed to be betraying her, Mandy felt a tingling sensation from her pussy as her teacher groped her arse. It happened even more when Mandy felt the hands spreading her cheeks. Miss Ashcroft was no doubt staring straight at her little hole, possibly even her pussy from behind.
Suddenly, Mandy felt one hand leave her body, while the other kept her right cheek spread apart. Moments later, the hand returned soaking wet and was now circling Mandy’s rosebud. Realisation dawned on Mandy, this was exactly what Bethany did before she… before she… entered her bum. Arousal rising, Mandy’s mind started to betray her. “It did feel really nice when Bethany did it, I came not long after.” She thought to herself. When Mandy felt the fingers stop circling and start applying pressure to her hole, she let out a feint moan that she was able muffled just in time. She may have been able to stifle, her gasp of pleasure, but she was unable to stop her horny body instinctively pushing back on those fingers.
“No way!” Miss Ashcroft gaped, thinking to herself. “This slut is pushing back on my fingers, she wants to be played with.” She started biting her lips and could feel her pussy starting to ache. Quite as a mouse, Olivia slipped her fingers into the waistband of her red lace thong and eased them down along with her skirt to her upper thigh. They were lowered just enough to allow a hand to massage her dripping pussy.
“Look slut, your teacher has her pussy out.” She thought to herself, inserting two fingers into her opening. “Look, your teacher is masturbating to your bare arse.”
Having a naughty idea, she slipped her fingers put of her pussy, they were soaked from a mixture of juices and rubbed then against Mandy’s rosebud. “I’m rubbing my juices on her arsehole!!” Olivia screamed internally. Mandy once again was pushing against those wet fingers. They broke through ever so slightly but, weren’t able to go any deeper. Withdrawing for moment, Olivia reared back and spat directly on to Mandy’s hole. She let put an involuntary moan and Miss Ashcroft re-engaged. The mixture of saliva and pussy juice on her finger eased into the desperate hole. Olivia went in as far as her second digit on her index finger and slowly edged it back and forth. Coming most of the way out, Olivia spat on her finger and re-entered with extra lubrication.
This time Miss Ashcroft’s finger went in the full way up to her knuckle. After pausing, she began pulling it back and forth, the length of her finger and when Mandy started moaning, Olivia increased the tempo. She wasn’t sawing for long, when Miss Ashcroft abruptly pulled her finger out. Mandy whimpered, missing the pleasurable sensations that finger was giving her.
“As you are, get down on your knees.” Croaked Olivia in a hoarse voice. Mandy dropped down immediately.
“Turn around.” Olivia ordered.
Upon swivelling around on the spot, Mandy was greeted with her history teacher’s pussy on display, her underwear and skirt still on her upper thigh. It was wet, hairless and Mandy couldn’t take her eyes away.
“Pull them down for me.” Miss Ashcroft asked, gesturing to her skirt and knickers, as she slowly massaged her swollen pussy. Seizing the sides of her teacher’s skirt, her fingers hooking into the red lace thong and slowly pulled them down to the ground. Once they were kicked off by Miss Ashcroft, Mandy’s eyes snapped back to the luscious treasure box, glistening with arousal. Reaching down, Olivia split her lips and allowed Mandy to gaze at her full pussy. Labia, erect clit and opening. Edging closer, Olivia set her swollen pussy over Mandy’s chin, just below her mouth. Juices seeped out on to her students face, as she began slowly grinding her clit against Mandy’s face.
“Stick out your tongue.” Olivia pleaded.
Extending her tongue, Mandy gave one slow long lick. Miss Ashcroft’s whole body shivered with anticipation, a jolt coursed through her body and was desperate for more. Two fast flicks of the tongue aimed the erect clit, caused a loud groan from her teacher’s lips. Soon began Mandy’s dancing tongue exploring every hidden area, every fold of her pussy was getting flicked and twirled on. Miss Ashcroft was now the one bent over the desk, using it to steady her weaken legs, as she met Mandy’s skilled tongue with thrusting and humping. It went on for a little while, Mandy putting in maximum effort, until her teacher’s thrusts became harder and she began spasming while crying out. “I’m cumming! “I’m cumming all over your face and mouth.
Olivia was quick to recover, she dragged Mandy to her feet, shoving her tongue down her student throat. She passionately made out with Mandy, hands flying to strip Mandy of her tie, blazer, shirt and bra. Pushing her back on to the teacher’s desk, Olivia broke the kiss and latched her mouth on to Mandy’s breasts, shoving and sucking as much of it as she could.
It was unbelievable, Mandy was now completely naked, and getting her breasts sucked on and all while being at school and in a classroom. She felt so dirty, but was desperate to continue. It was absolutely going to continue, Olivia pulling off from Mandy’s tits and flipping her over, so her bare nipples now pressed against the desk. Miss dropped to her knees, spread Mandy’s cheeks and started devouring that little rosebud, sucking, licking and tonguing that puckering hole. Olivia’s hands weren’t idle, they instantly moved to Mandy’s treasured spot, rubbing that pussy and with her other hand finger fucking. Miss Ashcroft’s techniques were working wonders on Mandy’s body which had drifted off again to paradise, allowing the full waves of pleasure to crash over her. She never released how great it felt playing with her bumhole, but with two experiences back to back she has found a new way to pleasure herself. Then she came. Leaking all down her history teacher’s arm.
Again, Miss Ashcroft still wasn’t done, shedding the remainder of her clothes and getting her perky B cup breasts out, Mandy was flipping right side up and was straddled by her teacher. Pushing Mandy’s legs as far back as they would go without hurting, Olivia lowered herself so that there pussys came together kissing. “I’m going to fuck you.” Olivia whispered tenderly to Mandy, before grinding clits and pussy together. Juices mixed as the two began to grind against each other in unison and gazed into one another’s eyes, faces blush red, full of pleasure and determination. Feeling bold, Mandy suddenly reach behind her teacher and spanked that bouncing arse. “Ooh you naughty brat.” Olivia exclaimed, grabbed Mandy by the waist and started grinding harder and faster. “Let us cum together.” She breathed to her student, holding on to each other as tightly as possible there orgasming vaginas sang together.
For a good while after, the two ladies stayed wrapped in each other’s arms and both of them taking slow deep breaths.
‘I’ll try not to daydream during class again.” Mandy spoke up, now that things calmed down.
“Don’t worry about it, I was never going to fail you anyway.” Olivia sighed, still catching her breath a little.
“You weren’t?” Mandy asked, propping herself up and looking at her teacher with narrowed eyes.
“You always look so beautiful, and I really wanted to play with your body, to have you playing with mine. When my sister in law Gwen told me about this blonde girl called Mandy, I had a feeling it might be you and I took a chance.” Olivia explained honestly.
Mandy was at a loss for words. Finding out once again how close Cindy’s and her own social circles seemed to overlap. Gwen the younger lady at the photoshoot the other day was her history teacher’s sister in law and seemed to have told her all about that evening. Realising she was never under threat of failing or being thrown out of class and this was just so Miss Ashcroft could fool around with her. Mandy also started to wonder if her teacher saw any of Cindy’s photos.
“I had really fun time fooling around with you.” Mandy informed her teacher rolling on top of her and gazing into her eyes. “I could have done without the spanking, I didn’t really enjoy that, but everything else was amazing.” She added kissing Olivia’s cheek.
“Sorry about that.” Olivia smiled, but was also blushing. “I did kiss it better.” She joked.
“So did Gwen tell you all about my photoshoots then?” Mandy asked. “Her surname’s not Ashcroft, if she’s your sister in law wouldn’t she have your brother’s surname.” She blurted out.
“Yes, she told all about doing a photoshoot and being played with by five women. It was so incredibly hot. Also, she just didn’t take his name. They have a bit of a weird relationship both being Bi-sexual. They have an arrangement that they can fool around with the same sex.” Olivia explained.
“Would you like to do a photoshoot with me, if the opportunity comes up.” Mandy asked.
“I’m not sure if that would be a good idea. If those photos got out, I’d lose my job. One your my student and some school boards are dodgy about beach bikini photos, let alone full nude.” Olivia informed.
“If you’re sure, it is great fun.” Mandy replied.
Once the pair had gotten dressed again, they shared a kiss, before parting ways for the evening.
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