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Chapter Two: Detention

"Ms. Verr, you are late." That was how this huge mess started in the first place. Elysia came wandering into class nearly fifteen minutes before class was over and sits down, like it was nothing. He glared at her over the top of his glasses.
"Sorry, sheesh!" Elysia whispers, rolling her eyes.
"A word outside, Ms. Verr?" He questions, opening the door a little.
"Fine." She stands and walks outside, plopping herself down on the speaking final chairs. He sits down across from her and eyes her. She looks like she always does- neat and clean, but border line on scank. Her legs are slightly parted, and he can see the creamy flesh of her inner thigh. "You wanted to talk to me, Mr. K?"
"Huh?" He tore his eyes off from her thigh and focused on her hazel eyes. Her lust-filled hazel eyes. Big mistake. Mr. K swallowed hard. "Yes. Elysia, this is the fifth time this month that you've been late to class. This is getting out of hand. You need to come in after school to serve a detention."
"Alright." Mr. K blinked. No argument? No fighting? No whining or tears? Just submission. "I'll come in after school is out."

"I'm here for my... detention... Mr. K." He didn't like the way that she sounded. But, in a good way, though. Exciting.
And he couldn't get the image of her creamy thighs out of his head, either. And it was driving him insane, thinking about it.
"Alright." He handed her the gum scraper that he had borrowed from the janitor and pointed to the desks. "Start scraping."
"Alright." Elysia agreed, taking the scraper and bending over to flip over the first desk. Mr. K watched as she did so, seeing how her skirt rose up a little as she bent over to work on the desk. Mr. K's eyes grew wide as he looked on, seeing nothing but Elysia's creamy thighs and she didn't seem to be wearing any underwear.
He could feel his cock stirring to life. Sure, he was married, but after three children, her pussy was no longer as tight as it had once been. Mr. K started to imagine what Elysia's wet pussy would feel like. Probably the best damned fuck that he had since after the birth of his first child. (Not like he didn't love his children or anything, it's just, his children spoiled a perfectly good and tight pussy!)
"Er, Elysia...?" Mr. K started. He had to figure this out or else he'd end up on the couch for sure, tonight.
"Yes, Mr. K?" Elysia asked sweetly, pausing in her scraping, half bent over the desk that she was working on and giving him a nice view of her sweet, round ass. Damn, he loved a good ass like that.
"What happened... er... to your panties?"
"Oh, they ripped." Elysia giggled, leaning further over the desk, her skirt rising up even more. He caught a flash of her perfectly shaven pussy. Damn, he was getting hard. "Why? Like what you see?" She looked at him over her shoulder, through a curtain of her hair. "It's alright, Mr. K, you can tell me."
"Well, I have a wife. She had a nice, sweet and tight pussy, but after our three kids, it's not the same any more." Mr. K admitted to her.
"Oh. I'm sorry, Mr. K." Elysia whispered, dropping the gum scraper and walking over to where he sat behind his desk. "I know how much a guy loves a nice, tight pussy." She plonked herself down onto his lap, right on top of his hard on. "So... Maybe if I help you out... then you'll help me out. Not only now, but in the future, as well."
"Alright." Mr. K relented. "Now, lean against the desk like a good little bitch." Elysia did what she was told without a word, bracing herself against the metal and wood surface. Mr. K lifted up her skirt and touched her pussy. It was already dripping wet with the thought of having Mr. K's cock inside of her. "Ah, fuck yeah, bitch!" He slapped her round ass before he un-zipped his pants and his cock sprung out.
Mr. K grabbed it and shoved it into Elysia's waiting pussy.
"Oh, fuck yes!" He groaned, slamming into her warm and wet center all of the way and ground against her. "Gods, your fucking tighter than my fucking wife!" Mr. K growled against her neck, pulling on her hair.
He continued to slam into her in a frenzied rate, pulling on her hair with one hand and grasping her hip with the other.
Before he was nearly satisfied with Elysia's tight pussy, he came, releasing his seed deep inside of her.
"I'm sorry," Mr. K apologized, pulling out of her. "You didn't get to come."
"That's alright, Mr. K-" Elysia started, making to fix herself up.
"No. I want to watch you pleasure yourself, Elysia. And maybe then, I'll be ready for you again."
"Alright." Elysia agreed, hopping up onto his desk and spread her legs wide to give Mr. K a good show. She licked her index finger before she ran her finger down her dripping wet pussy. She circled her clitoris a few times with her finger before she plunged three fingers into her hole, pumping in and out, slowly a first, and then she picked up speed. Meanwhile, her other hand reached up to rub her hands over her stiff nipples, clearly showing through her shirt and bra.
"Oh yeah," Mr. K growled, growing hard at the site again. "Come for me, bitch!"
"Ahh!" Elysia whimpered, bitting her bottom lip hard to keep from screaming out when she came. Her body trembled, and her juices flowed over the hand inside her pussy. She took a deep shuttering breath and opened her eyes, smiling almost innocently at Mr. K before she offered her comed-over hand to him.
"Lick it clean, bitch!" Mr. K ordered her. Elysia said nothing, just brought her hand to her mouth and sensually licked it clean. Once she was finished, Mr. K grabbed the back of her head and forced her lips to his in a bruising kiss. "Yeah, bitch." He muttered against her lips. "Just the way that I like it. How about we-" He broke off as his cell phone ran inside his desk. Growling, he pulled it out and answered it. "What?"
"Well, that's no way to talk to your wife." His wife greeted him.
"Sorry, honey. I've had a rough day."
"Are you going to be coming home soon?"
"I'll be heading out in a few minutes. I have some students in detention right now. Did you need something?"
"Can you stop by the pharmacy on your way home to pick up Sarah's medication?"
"Sure. Whatever. Anything else?"
"No. I'll see you in a bit." Mr. K snapped his phone shut and tossed it aside.
"I have to leave in a bit," He told Elysia. "But that should be plenty of time for one more fuck through your sweet-ass, tight pussy." Elysia grinned at him before she spread her legs, leaning back on the desk.
"Like this, Mr. K." Elysia informed him. Mr. K grabbed her by the ass and slammed hard into her. Elysia gasped out loud, her mouth hanging open. She rested her legs on Mr. K's shoulders, making a slight clicking sound as she linked her ankles together and her heels clicked together.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, this is never going to be enough for me." Mr. K groaned slamming harder and harder into Elysia.
"Well, sir," Elysia panted. "You can always give me another 'detention'."
"Hm, yes. I might just have to do that. But, I'll have to be careful that when I give you all of those 'detentions' that it doesn't attract unwanted attention."
"Well, I know that I'll probably be late again, so you can give me 'detention' for that."
"Alright." He slammed deeply into her and came again. "Damn." He whispered, pulling away from her again. "You didn't get a chance to come, again."
"It's alright, sir." Elysia reassured him. "You can make it up to me later. I have to go now, and you should go home now, too. Your wife in, all of her wide pussy'ed glory, is waiting for you, sir."
"Yes." He chuckled. "I don't know how I'm going to fuck her after I've had a taste of tight pussy again. I'll see you in class tomorrow." He fixed his pants, gathered his things and left, leaving Elysia in the dark room to clean herself up.