Horny teacher ⇐ General

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In the morning I got ready for work, I got ready with special care. Today is not just a work day. Today is Knowledge Day in our glorious school. Holiday. A woman should always be attractive, and especially on days like these. But my efforts today are just the tip of the iceberg. The main work was done in advance. So today I am "armed and very dangerous!" I have some plans for today. But I’m keeping quiet about them for now, I’m afraid to scare away my luck. A little about the school. It’s not easy for us, very difficult. By the time you pronounce its full name, you will forget where you started. The school's specialization is very wide: athletics, boxing, gymnastics (both sports and artistic), freestyle wrestling, volleyball, basketball and tennis, where would we be without it now. What is very important, there is a comprehensive school attached to the sports school. It's very convenient. No need to run all over the city from classes to training and vice versa. An important point: I work at the sports school as my main job. In general education I work part-time and have a part-time job. We have up to a thousand children. Solid. We just recently finished selecting new students. I, as a psychologist, took a very direct part in this. Moreover, the candidate’s psychological stability is subject to almost greater demands than his physical characteristics. Who needs an athlete who becomes limp in a stressful situation!? I'm a young psychologist. I don’t mean my age, you can’t boast of youth here, but my work experience. I used to be a coach. Trained track and field athletes. When I was young, I had no competitors in the eight hundred meters and one and a half meters (1500m). I was thin and flat, but I ran on the treadmill, be healthy!
Over the years, my build has changed little. I thought so, I’ll leave the process of active training and become more “curvy”. It didn't happen. What especially bothered me was that no one was impressed by my breasts. At that time, I could easily do without bras; there was nothing special to support. I put them on purely for formality, to emphasize that I belonged to the fair sex. While I was an athlete, it even helped; my breasts did not interfere while running. But then... In general, I “suffered” like this for eight to ten years. And then my husband offered me a birthday present. He paid for the mammoplasty procedure. Simply put, this is breast correction. In my case, it's an increase. We disagreed a little on one thing, size. I, who had dreamed all my life about big beautiful breasts, suggested an option that was clearly prohibitive. Both my husband and the plastic surgeon smiled skeptically as they listened to me. My husband, Volodya, wanted more moderation.
We chose a compromise option. You see it in the illustrations for the story. At that time I was in seventh heaven with overwhelming happiness. I wanted everyone to see my beautiful “twin girls.” I had to buy new clothes. I chose well-necked options. I considered myself clearly underestimated. Therefore, I paid a lot of attention to advertising myself to my beloved. In the summer, on vacation, I was drawn to nudist beaches, I wanted the greedy glances of men, universal admiration. Of course, there were views. But looks alone were no longer enough for me. I began to develop sexual hunger that needed to be released. Ask, what about the husband? I will answer. Our husbands are always very busy with work. And the women who were able to interest them, for some reason, often turn out to be other people’s wives. I understood that it would be better to regularly relieve internal “pressure” than to wait for you to go wrong. I've had extramarital affairs before, but not often. This usually happened either at training camps, where I took a team of track and field athletes, or at competitions. But after the plastic surgery, it was as if I had been replaced. The most interesting thing is that the hormonal levels did not change. The psychological factor came into play: oh, how beautiful and abandoned my breasts are. Disorder... At the same time, another problem arose. Previously, I could spend hours running around in training, despite my age. Then with the appearance of my luxurious breasts, the situation changed dramatically. Of course, she continued to please me. But she began to interfere with my running.
I run, and my breasts live their own lives. They also run, but not in unison with me. There was an imbalance and it irritated me. Everything fell into place when the school management invited me to take the vacant position of psychologist. By that time, I was already a part-time student at the Faculty of Psychology and Education. The last course of study remained. I now have a personal account. And I didn’t hesitate to take advantage of it. She used it skillfully, like a zealous housewife. My office was ready for anything: I could work and I could receive a guest. Anything was possible if you approached it wisely. Twelve years have passed since then. I gained experience and, if not become a venerable psychologist, then at least a respected one. But here's the problem. At the moment, I am not concerned at all with problems of psychology. According to the plan, my office was supposed to be renovated in the summer. The caretaker swore that everything would be done right before the fall. - Veronica Pavlovna! Everything will be in order, you can be sure.
But, as often happens, the renovation was delayed and I am now without “living space.” It was delayed for subjective reasons. Six months ago our management changed. A new director has arrived. Not a bad guy overall, as it turned out. But he has one "thing". Too greedy for the fair sex. He managed to “get acquainted” with many of his subordinates in a short time. He courted me too. In principle, I was not at all against an affair, even at work. Another thing that bothered me was that he didn’t choose me first. But being fifth or tenth on his list didn’t appeal to me. And I balked. I explained my refusal to him from the standpoint of high morality, that I could not afford an office romance, and besides, I was married... The bosses, naturally, harbored a grudge. And I started having a series of minor misunderstandings: they were either trying to assign me responsibilities that were unusual for a psychologist, or they were depriving me of a methodological day... Now problems with repairs loomed! And I have a bunch of events that urgently need to be done. Including purely personal ones. And I have one such planned for today. I have planned it, so I will carry it out...
I am currently having an internship with final-year psychology students. I have maintained good relations with my alma mater and having interns with me has become a good tradition. There are five interns this year. Four girls and one young man. I still confuse the girls' names, but I know for sure that the guy's name is Philip. Young in every way. Fifth year is 21-22 years old. According to documents, he is our graduate. But I don’t remember him. We already had business meetings, three or four. The guy looked at me clearly with unprofessional interest. Another meeting is scheduled for today. I hope not to disappoint the trainee. One bad thing is that there is no office. But I'll think of something... It didn't take long to figure it out. Our students had only one lesson on the first of September. It's a holiday after all, Knowledge Day! Then the classrooms were empty and I asked to be a “tenant” for a geographical friend, let me go to work in the classroom, it was still empty. “How long will you stay?” asked my friend Valya. - A couple of hours maximum. “Take advantage and remember my kindness,” Valentina joked. Then hang the key on the stand. Valentina's office was, to be honest, rather gloomy. And the windows seem to be large, but it’s somehow gloomy in there. But to the gift horse...On the chalkboard, the date remained untouched and a reminder that today is a holiday, Knowledge Day! I casually wiped the board, leaving the date and a reminder of the holiday... Philip was twenty minutes late. The explanation was extremely simple: he overslept. Well done, he didn’t lie, he didn’t try to get out of it. Plus for him. Let's see if there are any more advantages. I will try to have... I guess I’m still a good psychologist. When I saw Phil for the first time, I thought this. The guy studies in a women's group. Usually in a group the majority are girls and two or three boys. So, looking at him, I immediately determined that despite the fact that Phil literally lives in a harem, he still remains a virgin. I saw some kind of fear in his eyes when he talked to his girls. Well, maybe not fear, but there was still some kind of wariness... We talked about the upcoming practice and determined the scope of his tasks. It was important for me to understand what he was like. The guy turned out to be very smart. He grasped the essence of the issue quickly and understood his specialty. But this all related to business qualities. That's not the only thing that interested me... “Phil, how many guys do you have in your group?” I asked an innocent question, although I knew very well how many there could be, I myself studied at that university. “There are two of us,” the interlocutor answered, not understanding what I was getting at. — There’s probably no end to girls! Choose which one you want. Are there many beautiful ones? - I reveled in the “interrogation”. “You know, they’re not very good at us...” Phil admitted after a pause. I saw how he struggled with the desire to lie and embellish reality. “Are you saying that you don’t have a girlfriend?” I was dramatically surprised, although the girls had long shared information with me, including on this topic. Philip remained silent, apparently not wanting to develop this topic. But there was no stopping me. - Philip, at your age you should have known women a long time ago. And you probably still wear “virgins”? “I’m afraid of them,” the guy suddenly admitted. - I’m left alone and don’t know what to talk about. A psychological technique worked: it’s easier to tell a stranger everything... So Filya opened up to me. - Do you want me to rid you of your phobias? You and I will easily resolve this issue. But only you yourself must want it! Phil was silent, and I took this as a sign of agreement. And I was not mistaken... I undressed myself. I didn’t trust this crucial moment to an amateur. Their hands are shaking. There was a case when an adult man unclasped my bra for about ten minutes and still couldn’t manage it. I had to do it myself. And here's a green newcomer. While undressing, I sat on Philip’s lap several times. At first he was something like a log, but little by little his hands began to come to life. He was finally able to touch what he had previously seen only on the monitor screen... - And you’re not such a chick! - I complimented the guy. “I’m well acquainted with the theory,” he answered after a long pause, tearing his lips away from my heated pussy. Come on. I suffered for so many years. After all, he lived like a fox in a chicken coop, but only dreamed of love! Well, it's the girls' fault. It should have been taken into use a long time ago... “Are your breasts natural?” Phil asked, enthusiastically looking at my twin girls. - No, Filya, natural ones are not like that. The guy enthusiastically caressed my nipples. Apparently he gained experience from porn films. He knew the erogenous places thoroughly and accurately found them on my body. Only the nipples were a bit of a bummer. - Why don’t they harden for you? They must “stand up,” the partner said knowingly. “We should,” I answered with a sigh. - And they got up earlier. But after the plastic surgery they stopped. Apparently, the surgeon made a mistake somewhere. Don't know. But that doesn't bother me. You better caress my pussy again. You're doing great at this. “Really?!” the guy beamed. My compliment visibly inspired him. He pressed himself against my crotch again and his tongue began to work with renewed energy. “You won’t leave even the coldest woman indifferent.” I haven’t felt as good for a long time as I do now with you! - I said minutes later... But who knows how many of these minutes have passed. I know that I was really sick of Phil's caresses. They got it in the best sense possible. Proof of this was a small puddle on the polished surface of Valentina’s desktop. Oh, if only she knew how we used this table of hers. The table itself won't tell you about it... Sport has given me a lot. Including endurance. I love to dominate. In sex too. Tirelessly, I fidgeted astride Phil. Back and forth, up and down... And again and again... My partner watched with delight as my breasts bounced. “Do you like it!?” I asked, catching Phil’s gaze. - Yes...But I like not only breasts. - Enjoy it if you can. - Let's take a photo. Right now. And the guy pointed his smartphone at me, intending to take a photo. I, thinking that he was joking, reacted to this attack sluggishly. Filka continued to fool around. He pressed himself against me and, squeezing one of my breasts, again pointed the camera lens at us. - No Philip, no pictures. You're joking, my dear, but it's a bad joke. No pictures in this situation. This is my rule. Remember. It might come in handy someday... Philip turned out to be a very good lover. In any case, far from the worst of those I know. And this, believe me, is not so little!.. For the first time, and I was his first, judging by his reaction, it was very good. And we still have another month and a half of practice ahead... Filya got dressed very quickly. I got dressed deliberately slowly, savoring the process and giving the guy the opportunity to admire. But after everything, he felt some kind of awkwardness in my presence, so he hastened to retreat. The door was locked and Philip asked for the key. “Here it is,” I pointed to the first desk, where the key to the door lay. The lock clicked and the guy fluttered out into the corridor. “He’s still shy!” I thought out loud, putting on my panties. I didn’t have time to think anything else. No more than three seconds passed. The door opened again. At first I thought that Phil had returned. But a completely different silhouette appeared in the doorway, much larger. Nikolai Andreevich, our director, stood at the door... I don't remember how long the pause lasted. For me, that's a very long time..... - Veronica, tell me that this is not true. These were the first words that I could understand. Before that, I had only seen his lips move, and he was saying something. “Today we won’t whip up a fever, we can break some wood,” the director continued. - And tomorrow, at ten, you are welcome to come to me with a plausible version of what happened...