My Son’s Teacher Is Very Grateful

She wanted a baby, I was just happy to be of service.

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Mrs. Skye. I’m confident she was 90% of the reason that my son’s class was overflowing with enrolments. Moms loved her for her bubbly easy going nature and attentiveness.

The dads loved her for a different reason. Mrs. Skye was young, blonde, bubbly and had a body that inspired all kinds of thoughts in a man’s imagination. Thoughts, that I’m sure were the reason she taught year one, rather than high school.

Her tight toned legs, and perfect ass were more than a little distracting.

It was weeks since she’d straddled me in this very classroom. I hadn’t intended for it to happen. After all I was a married man. But when my son’s hotter than sin teacher asked me to put a baby in her while flashing her perfectly shaved twenty-two year old pussy at me.

Mrs. Skye wanted a baby, and I’d done my level best to breed her fertile young womb. It was almost as if my wife suspected something had gone awry. For the past few weeks, she’d insisted on dropping our son to class and picking him up.

I’d let things slide, after all I wasn’t particularly sure what etiquette was after your son’s teacher asks you for that kind of favor. So, I’d let things simmer. Unfortunately, my wife had forgotten my son’s lunchbox and I’d inherited the job of running it over to the school.

“Just in and out, no need to make it awkward,” I muttered as I pushed open the classroom door.

Only it was empty.

“There you are, Daddy. I thought you’d left town.”

Her voice sent a shiver down my spine that made my cock twitch.

“Mrs. Skye,” I started not sure what to say.

“Most women would be upset to not hear from you the day after you fill their tight little pussy.”

I looked around, worried that someone else might be hearing this. “Where is your class? It’s 10:00am.”

“Oh they’re at music,” she sauntered across the room. “Won’t be back for at least half an hour.”

She bit her lip and my eyes couldn’t help but linger there. Those lips knew how to bring pleasure. I remembered the feel of them wrapped around my shaft.

I held up the lunchbox. “Tommy forgot his lunch.”

“And here I was, hoping you’d brought something for me.”

She was close now. Close enough that I could see down her blouse without trying. She leaned into it and all of a sudden I could see the tempting swell of her full chest.

I took a deep breath. “I figured that was a one-time deal. Aren’t you worried your going to get fired?”

“It might have been,” she smiled mischievously. “But you made me come so hard. I’ve been craving another chance to try that weapon you’re wielding.”

My heart raced. Everything about her exuded sexual confidence. She was hot and she knew it. But try as I might, I couldn’t convince my growing cock that this was a terrible idea.

My voice grew husky as I caught a whiff of her perfume. “Addicted to Daddy’s big cock aren’t you?”

Skye nodded slowly, her eyes never breaking contact.

“Please daddy, don’t you want to take me again? Just to be sure you’ve bred my cheating pussy. I don’t want to have to find a new daddy.”

I went to speak but stopped as she reached for her skirt.

“I’ll do anything you want, daddy. But we have to be quick.” Skye pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Before I realized what she was doing, she jammed them into my open mouth. “Don’t talk daddy, just fuck me.”

I could smell and taste her arousal, and it overwhelmed what was left of my sensibilities.

Grabbing her, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her into the staff bathroom. Locking the door behind us, I faced the mirror and slowly peeled her skirt up to expose that incredible ass.

With one hand I spanked it. Feeling her taut muscle against my palm with each swat.

“Yes, daddy,” she groaned.

With a hand on each cheek, I squeezed and parted her cheeks until I could see her tight little asshole and the glistening arousal on her lips. I wanted to explore her hot little body but I just didn’t have the luxury of that sort of time.

I spat out her panties, a sexy lacy thong and tucked them in my pocket.

“I’ll be taking these with me, you won’t need them any more.”

“Yes, daddy.”

She was as submissive as she was slutty and the combination was alluring. I set her down, facing the sink and mirror as I stood behind her. My hardon tenting my slacks and rubbing against her ass. My hands wandered up her blouse to her full chest. I wanted to tear it off, but I was mindful of the fact she still had a full day’s teaching ahead of her.

“Strip for me.” It wasn’t a request it was a command. I wanted to see if she was a woman of her word.

Skye nodded and turned. I took a step back, giving her room to work with.

My son’s teacher slowly unbuttoned her blouse, swaying her hips sensually as if to some soundtrack I couldn’t hear. She threw her top aside leaving only her skirt, a white lacy bra and her heels.

I loved the look of her long legs in those heels. Deeply impractical and no doubt uncomfortable to wear on the job she clearly enjoyed the affect they had no others.

Skye knew what she did to us poor dads, and she did it anyway.

Slowly she unzipped the skirt, pushed it to the floor and stepped out of it.

At this point Skye could have used my cock as a limbo pole, but she had far more practical ideas. Undoing my belt she freed my shaft from its confinement. She bobbed up and down on my bulbous head for a moment before raising her bra clad tits and sliding my shaft between them.

Soon I was thrusting back and forth against the tantalizing cleavage canyon I’d been admiring earlier. The more I used her taut young body, the more consumed I became by it. On every upward thrust, she’d lick the head of my cock before it retreated back between her breasts.

Mindful of the time, and consumed by a hunger to be inside her, I flipped her onto her hands and knees. Grabbing her tight waist, I filled my son’s teacher in a single stroke.

“That’s it, Daddy!” she gasped. “Use me hard, please.”

I gave her what she wanted. I gave it to her hard and fast while I lifted her bra to play with those perfect tits.

Skye’s moans grew louder and louder until I had to muffle her needy screams to avoid our being discovered. I felt her climax as her pussy spasmed around me. Skye thrust back against me like a woman possessed.

Her tight pussy squeezed my cock, milking it until I could deny her no longer. She wanted a baby, and her hubby couldn’t give it to her. As far as I could see it, I was doing them both a favor.

At least that’s what I told myself as I came deep inside another man’s wife. Withdrawing slowly, I let go of her. Skye rested on her hands and knees panting with a pussy full of my baby batter.

“That ought to do it,” I chuckled as I slowly stood up.

“What do you mean, daddy?” Skye asked, looking back over her shoulder.

“That ought to get you pregnant. You milked every drop you naughty minx.”

“Oh daddy,” she laughed. “You knocked me up weeks ago. Today was just my way of saying thank you.”

My jaw dropped. “Wait you mean,”

“Yes, daddy, we’re going to have a baby. My husband couldn’t be happier.”

I could feel the steel returning to my cock. I’d actually bred another man’s wife.

The only problem was, I’d developed a taste for his wife and wasn’t sure I could stop.

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