"Miss Prentiss," he sputtered, "I've never seen anything as disgusting in my whole life. I'm going to the headmaster and report this at once."
Polly thougth fast. This guy was threatening to wreck her career.
"Before you do that, Mr. Martin," she said, "we'd better talk in your office for a moment, there's something you ought to know, but we can't discuss it here."
"Oh, very well," he snapped, "meet me there as soon as you put your clothes on." He walked away looking disguste.
By the time he reached his office, Polly had put together a desperate plan. She had to keep him from talking, and there was only one way she could think of to do that. She swept into the office, quickly locked the door and strode right over to where Martin was sitting in a swivel chair.
"All right, Miss Prentiss," he barked, "What was it you wanted to tell me?"
"I wanted to tell you I adore sucking cocks," she purred.
She thought his eyes would pop out of his head. She didn't give him time to recover from his shock. She went right to her knees before him, unzipped his pants, and tugged pants and shorts down. He began to sputter as she yanked the garments off and tossed them aside, but she didn't hesitate.
She fisted his cock and began pumping the thick base. Then she dipped her head down low, stuck out her tongue, and began to lick his meat.
He gasped as her hot juicy tongue contacted the sensitive head of his prick.
"Miss Prentiss, what are you doing," he stammered.
"Licking your cock, honey," she cooed. "Mmmmmm, I just can't get enough of it."
"This is outrageous," he muttered, "obscene. You'd better behave yourself, or I'll…"
He trailed off, his voice getting hoarse and croaky. Polly hadn't paid any attention to his protests anyway. His voice had told her one thing, but his cock was telling her something else. It was throbbing like crazy as she pumped it and licked it, and she thought she felt it beginning to swell.
She knew just how to encourage that horny swelling. She opened her lips wide and started feeding his prick into her mouth. His sensitive cock slid over her hot velvety tongue and into the steam heat of her mouth. The big man gave a powerful shudder and a hoarse groan. She drew in her cheeks and started to suck on his cock.
"Ohhhh, my God," Martin groaned.
Polly didn't know it, but she was bringing one of his secret naughty fantasies to life. John Martin had been married almost fifteen years to a frigid prude. His wife Alice permitted him to fuck her only once a month, and then she lay there like a frozen corpse urging him to get it over with. No affection, no foreplay, no response. He was way overdue for some fun.
For years he'd been fantasizing and jacking off, and his very favourite jack-off fantasy was to imagine a gorgeous horny woman going down on him, sucking like crazy on his cock. Of course he would never have admitted to such gross thoughts. He was a respectable man, a man who believed in the strict moral code of Hardwick School.
But he was only human, and he couldn't help getting horny now and the.
And when he did, he couldn't resist having those wicked daydreams. Now one of those fantasies was actuall coming true. The beautiful big-titted was sucking on his cock like it was candy. Martin just couldn't control his prick a second longer. He groaned as his meat began to swell and stiffen on Polly's tongue.
"Ohhh, Christ, I can't help it," he panted.
"Mmmmmm, ummmmmm," Polly answered encouragingly.
His prick was growing rapidly hard, pushing her lips wide apart, cramming her mouth. It threatened to snake right into her throat, it was growing so long, and she had to draw back a little or choke on it.
She gurgled triumphantly. She'd made the grim-faced math teacher get a hard-on, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
She renewed her firm grip on the thick hairy base of his cock and pumped it like crazy. She sucked liked she was starving for his juice.
She used a strong vacuum pressure to suction the hot cream from his piss hole, and she gobbled hungrily, swallowing every drop of the salty juice. Martin could feel her drooling all over his meat.
He slumped back in his chair and quit fighting. It was beginning, and he couldn't bear to stop it. All his life he'd secretly craved a blow-job, and now he was getting one from an expert. His eyes rolled helplessly, then closed, and his flushed face twisted into a lusty grimace. He stopped trying to hide his hot horniness.
"Ahhh, Christ, yes, suck," he groaned.
Polly breathed a sigh of relief. She had him now. He'd never dare report her to the headmaster now that he'd let her suck his cock. She fed even more of the thick meaty column into her mouth and sucked it faster, harder. Martin gripped the arms of his chair and moaned steadily and hoarsely.
He was thinking how fantastic it would be if his wife would go down on him like this, but of course Alice would rather be shot than display any interest in sex. Their love life wasn't going to change. So why not have some fun with this sex-starved shapely librarian? A man was entitled to a decent sex life, after all.
Polly's mouth was scorching hot around his prick, and she was suctioning the juice out of his piss hole as fast she could get it. He could feel her greedy tongue lashing his dick. His balls were swelling up with a huge load of jism, and he shivered with excitement as he imagined blasting that load down her throat.
"Yes, suck hard," he groaned, "get ready to eat my come, Miss Prentiss."
Polly let his rigid boner snap from her lips, and she looked up at the red-faced math teacher and said, "John, under the circumstances, don't you think we could call each other by our first names?"
"Oh, of course, Polly," he said hoarsely.
She nodded and stuffed his cock back into her mouth. He seemed to suck it even faster and harder than before, and John just slumped back in his chair with a blissful groan and let himself be carried away by the hot pleasure he felt. Soon his balls were ready to explode, his cock nearly bursting with engorgemtn.
"Unnnnhhh, Christ, here it comes," he gasped, "awwww, yesss, aaaggghhhh!"
Polly's cheeks swelled hugely as he sizzled an enormous load of come into her mouth. She let the delicious cream collect, savoring it, till she couldn't hold any more. Then she gulped it down greedily. John groaned and jetted load after load of stored-up jism into her hungry mouth. Then he slumped back with a big sigh of satisfaction.
"Did you like that, John?" Polly said slyly.
"It was wonderful," he admitted blushing.
"I have to confess, Polly, I've always wanted my cock sucked."
"Glad I could oblige," she smiled. "But that isn't the end of the fun we can have together, John. There are all kinds of exciting things we can do."
His eyes lit up. "Like what?"
"Oh, just about anything you'd care to try," she grinned, "providing you never tell anybody what you saw in the library today."
"Oh, don't worry, I won't," he promised. Then he broke into an eager leer. "Would you let me go down on you, Polly?" he asked.
"Why, of course, John," she purred. "I'd love it."
He quickly cleared off the top of his desk while Polly removed her panties. She hiked her skirt up and tucked it out of the way. Then she got up on the desk, on her back, and positioned her ass and heels just at the edge. Her thighs were wide open, every inch of her moist pink pussy displayed.
It looked like a banquet to John. Another of his secret hankerings had been to eat pussy. He wasn't allowed to do it at home. He'd tried it just once with Alice, and she'd called him a pervert and made him stop. She'd even suggested that he ought to see a shrink. John thought she was the one who would see the shrink, but he didn't tell her so.
Nobody was going to change Alice.
But now he had a willing partner, and he could hardly wait to get his first taste of pussy cream. Standing at the end of the desk, he dipped his head down, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick the librarian's hot little gash. At the very first touch of his tongue, Polly gasped and squealed with delight. A hot spurt of cream from her cunt told him she wasn't faking her excitement.