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Only fifteen minutes left, I thought. Then it was weekend, time to sit back, crack a beer and watch some porn. I was irritable after spending the day doing paperwork, filling out student progress reports. You see, I teach math and am vice-principal at one of the most well known and respected schools in the area. Now I was like an eager schoolboy, counting the minutes before school ended. There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” I shouted. Oh, God, I thought, glancing at my schedule. I had a meeting scheduled with a girl’s parents over her poor grade. Nothing could save her with exams just around the corner. The door opened, but there definitely were not any parents. Stephanie was still in her school uniform, the top two buttons of her blouse open, showing off some cleavage. Her skirt was hiked up to give me a good view of her long, luscious legs. I’ve often caught myself staring at her in class, but never before had I had these thoughts in my mind about a student. “Hi Stephanie, where are your parents?” I asked, feeling a twitch in my pants. “Oh, they couldn’t make it Mr. Jones,” she replied. “I hope that it’s not a problem.” “Of course not. Now I assume that you are here to talk about your grade.” “Well Sir, I have realized that there isn’t much chance to still earn a passing grade.” That was true. She hardly ever paid attention in class, didn’t do her assignments and usually failed her tests. “My parents have always wanted me to go to Harvard, but with these grades it’s unlikely that that will ever happen. Now would Sir please accept this and give me a passing grade?” And with that she handed me a wad of bills. I flicked through it. It was 100 dollars. It wasn’t even near enough to satisfy me. Someone had to teach this girl a lesson in respect. “My dear girl, do you expect me to give a passing grade for just 100 dollars? Surely you have realized that I cannot be corrupted. Do you realize that I could suspend or even expel you for trying to corrupt a teacher?” She seemed startled at this. “But Sir, please don’t do anything about that. Just pretend that I never said that. My parents will be so disappointed in me.” She grabbed the cash and stuffed it into her shirt pocket, pulling the material out of position and giving me a glimpse of her ample breast. “No, I’m reporting you. There is nothing you can do to make me change my mind,” I lied. “Oh, really?” She asked. “And what about this?” She walked around my desk until she was a foot away, facing away from me and lifted up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, proudly showing off her beautiful, round ass. My cock was fully hard now. “Well, that’s a different matter entirely,” I managed to say. Words were hard now with my vision filled with her peach of an ass. “Oh, really?” She asked again, turning around. “Now would this”… she took off her blouse, revealing her incredible braless boobs…”be acceptable for a passing grade?” My cock was begging to be released by now, and all thought for ethics were out of the window. She was eighteen, after all. I just |
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