Not speaking up if your kids have a problem at school has never been one of my strong points. However speaking up turned into a hard core night of sex when I fucked my kids math teacher for a pass after a parent teacher night. I might me a bit jaded, but this is more of less what happened.

Sometimes kids and their teachers just don’t get on, this is a fact of life. I know that and my daughter just didn’t get on with her maths teacher, they hated each other at sight and this was affecting her marks.

Intimate dating rituals come in all shapes, sizes and formats. But this was beyond strange, even for someone as whacked out as me.

I got a meeting with the hated teacher, at the next parent teacher conference, but unfortunately we only had 10 minutes allocated as more parents were waiting. I could see there was more going on, so we arranged to meet later at a local coffee shop.

The local coffee shop was just around the corner from the school and I waited there until he arrived. When he got there he definitely didn’t have my daughters’ marks on his mind, and we started chatting about everything but Shauna’s maths marks. He was actually more than just friendly.

I actually quite liked him and he was sexy too, so when he invited me for a drink at a bar I accepted. A couple of drinks later, he asked me to go back to his place, I am ashamed to say I said yes to this too.

In my opinion a fuck is a fuck, I didn’t really care that he was my child’s teacher, so I went for it. Only this fuck was more than that, he knew what he was doing – pinning me up against the wall, his hands were everywhere. Up my top, down my pants; it was like dancing with an octopus – this was wicked.

He fucked me right up there against the wall after pulling my panties down, they were hanging over my left ankle, I could see them there, from over his shoulder – dangling, when he raised me up, pressing me hard into the wall to prop me on his prong.

He fucked me while I was pinned against the wall, just picked me up by the legs and plopped me down on his cock. Pushing it hard inside me, with very little ceremony.Stumbling across o the lounge he carried me to the dining room table and sat me there while tearing at my top, and lying me back on the table. Hooking my legs around his back, I pulled him into me, harder and harder.

I laughed a bit and said I gave him an A+ for effort, which eh thought was very funny. Thing is, after that, we dated secretly and regularly, and my child’s maths marks actually improved. She told me that he that he was obviously a better teacher than she thought.

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