Less than two weeks, it took Sergey Petrovich to settle Tatiana Viktorovna’s affairs. He was quite easily able to convince the head teacher that you need to take another teacher in the school. No one really argued or resisted. Even Lidia Mikhailovna, the main teacher in literature, was delighted and approved the director’s decision. She was no longer young, and she had to prepare herself a replacement for the future. In general, the standard situation. Surprise, only the candidacy of a young teacher. When the director represented her in the staff room, most of the teachers were genuinely surprised.

- Here, I beg to love and favor. Tatyana Viktorovna. Our new teacher in literature, for some reason, the director blushed slightly.

He continued to talk about the new teacher, occasionally glancing at Tatyana Viktorovna. She modestly stood in front of teachers, in every way portraying innocence itself. The director was embarrassed, embarrassed, introducing this seemingly modest teacher, without clothes. Since their last meeting, he has been thinking about her almost every day. I thought extremely dirty and vulgar thoughts. And now, in anticipation of the sweet pleasures of this young, sexy woman, he inexorably felt a rush of arousal. Having finished the speech, the director impatiently addressed the new teacher:

- Tatiana Viktorovna, let's go to my office. We need to discuss some more details.

- Yes, Sergey Petrovich, of course, - she answered with readiness, and as usual, in a tender voice.

They went out into the corridor. Tatyana Viktorovna in front, director behind. Looking back, and seeing that the director was alone behind the teacher, the teacher was wagging her hips like a cheap slut on the panel. Today, she decided to wear her beige skirt, which she bought before the wedding. The skirt was just above the knee, tight and favorably emphasizing her beautiful figure. When walking, ass rocked from side to side. The director stared at her with a look, with difficulty restraining his cock in trousers. Excitement tore rivets, blood rushed into both heads. Sergei Petrovich, looked around - no one. Quick steps, he caught up with the teacher, and eagerly grabbed her hand in the ass.

- Well, are you satisfied? He asked, squeezing her crotch with his hand.

- Of course, - Tatyana Viktorovna turned around, and, smiling, added, - and is ready to satisfy all your desires, Sergey Petrovich.

Having gone down on the floor, the director released the teacher. There were people in the corridor. All this road had to keep a decent distance. Smiling and greeting the oncoming, the director and the teacher reached the waiting room. The secretary was not there, Sergey Petrovich sent her home in advance. So he quickly took out the keys, and opened the door to his office. Passing forward a young woman, could not resist, and relishly slapped her on an appetizing ass.

Already in the office, the director, without taking her eyes off the teacher, hastily closed the door with a key. Tatyana Viktorovna, went to the sofa, wondering where to put her purse. His thoughts were interrupted by Sergei Petrovich. He jumped toward her, clasped his hands, and began to compress her body in a businesslike manner. Squeezing a little of her breasts, the director sharply turned the teacher to face her. With trembling hands, he impatiently began to unbutton his buttons on his blouse.

- Sergey Petrovich, window.

The director, not paying attention, continued his work. He stopped only when the last button was undone. And that, only in order to separate the edges to the sides, and buried her face in her bust.

“We can be seen,” the woman continued to protest, feeling the other director’s hand cling to her skirt.

In the heated head of the director, a drop of reason dripped. He realized that caution must be observed.He for a moment looked up from the juicy female body to close the window.

“Take off your clothes, and I am now,” Sergey Petrovich darted to the window.

While the director was playing with blinds, Tatyana Viktorovna took off her blouse, and managed to unbutton the lock on the skirt. Soon the blinds closed and an intimate atmosphere reigned in the office. Protected from the outside world, Sergei Petrovich rushed to the teacher. Now he greedily stuck a kiss to her lips, while not forgetting to embrace aggressively and paw her body. A member of the trousers tensed to the limit. The director began to simply rub them about the teacher.

“Take off your skirt and lie down here,” he said, undoing the belt on his pants.

Tatyana Viktorovna continued to undress. She was relieved to think that at least the clothes could not be remembered. When the teacher stayed in her panties and bra, she remembered about condoms. Mechanically glancing at the erected member of the director, she realized that the time had come to use them.

- Sergey Petrovich, I forgot to tell you that I give only in a condom.

“I don’t have any with me,” the director answered, throwing the trousers back onto the chair, “but I don’t care much. I don't care now ... I'll take you.

- But I have, - Tatyana Viktorovna smiled, - one second.

The teacher buried herself in her purse. Worried about her lack of moisture, she took out the product she was looking for and approached the director. Sergey Petrovich continued to eagerly examine her figure, thinking about how lucky he was in his old age. Here she squatted in front of him, and wrapped her arms around his penis. Several skillful actions, and a slippery condom enveloped his soldier. Just a miracle, not a teacher.

- Here! It will be more convenient for you to take me ... and I'm calmer.

- Okay. Let's lie down already, Tatiana Viktorovna. Now I love you ...

The director tried to find a suitable verb, but only dirty expressions came to mind. In addition, the teacher has already managed to turn around on the couch. Contrary to expectations, she took a non-classical pose for sex, as Sergey Petrovich had expected - on her back, and with her legs apart. The teacher took the initiative, placed crustacean on the edge of the sofa. She bent her back, and vykoryachila ass.

“Yes, fuck me, Sergey Petrovich,” Tatyana Viktorovna said on the sofa.

- Wow, what an ass! - Exclaimed the director, stretching his hands to the female buttocks.

Fingers rubbed the petals of the genital lips, which appeared through the translucent fabric of the panties. The director grabbed the fabric of women's panties with both hands, and in one motion pulled them to his knees. The man stared at the barely visible genital slit and exciting folds around her. Licking his dry fingers, Sergey Petrovich slightly parted his sponges, and pushed them into Tatiana Viktorovna. The teacher started slightly under those fingers. Suddenly pleasant sensations spread throughout the body. She struck like a current. She, in the director's office, naked, stands with cancer on the couch, while the director himself, fingers her in her cherished place. Yes, even with this sentence all sorts of nonsense, and she gently assents to him.

Fingers continued to importunately caress and pull at the juicy female cave. At some point, the teacher felt that her girl gave up and began to flow treacherously. Excitement, from the lower abdomen, gradually spread through the body. My head was clouded with fog, and in my chest my heart began to pound. She did not want this, but could not stop the running process.

Meanwhile, the director has already buried the head of the penis in her hot pink bud of the genital lips. Then, attempts were made to squeeze into a sweet crevice. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) After another attempt, a member so fell into the vagina. From the surging feelings, Sergey Petrovich protractedly moaned. I even closed my eyes from pleasure and moved my pelvis, now unloading, then plunging into a young woman. The teacher also experienced a mixed range of feelings.

Psychologically, it was disgusting to realize that this unpleasant and unsympathetic man, now outraged her honor. Despite the experience in the recent past, there was a bit of pride and dignity in it.Moreover, a considerable time has passed since men used it, and the feeling of resigned obedience dulled. At the same time, purely physiologically, Tatiana Viktorovna was pleased to feel how hot and strained a member of this man filled her womb. Contrary to all experienced, she remained a woman.

The director was accustomed, and entered with force into the teacher, his captain. Each of his push, achieved the goal, caused a strong reaction in the teacher. Her heart pounding, and her mind clouded with fog of lust. The pressure was increasing. The principal was out of breath and tired, but continued to ram Tatyana Viktorovna with all his might. The couch reeled and creaked. The sound of the copulating bodies, tired, excited sighs, and passionate contented moans spread across the room.

Sergey Petrovich has slightly increased the tempo and increased the pressure. Finally, his sperm system exploded. The director finished, but continued to move in the body of the teacher. When the sperm was completed, the director's legs gave way, and he, dragging Tatiana Viktorovna with him, collapsed onto the sofa.

There was silence. Teachers, embracing, lay on the couch. Rather, the school director, Sergey Petrovich, embraced the literature teacher, Tatyana Viktorovna. A few minutes ago, she became his young mistress. He was immensely pleased with this. Recovering, he began to kiss the teacher's skin on her shoulders and back. He stroked his hips with his hands, and with the drooping member rubbed against his leg.

Tatyana Viktorovna, meekly lying next to her patron. Excitement did not pass, because she did not have time to finish. The heart was still beating restlessly, and the vagina was burning with desire. In spite of this, the teacher understood that she needed to put herself in order. After all, the working day for her is not over yet.

- Sergey Petrovich, will I go?

- Mr. Director. Call me that. Do you understand?

- Yes, Mr. Director. I will go? I also need to learn everything, and have time to prepare.

- Right, you need to leave. And something else suspicious.

The director stood by the couch, tucking his shirt into his trousers, rather contemplating his whore. Tatyana Viktorovna was spinning again by the mirror, tinting her lips and straightening her hair.

- Well, I went? - The teacher asked a standard question, standing at the door. She wanted to leave this office as soon as possible.

- Yes. If anything, I will call you to me, - the director answered.

He came to open the door and release the teacher at will. In his hands he held a tied condom with his discharge.

- On here, throw it away.

- Well, Mr. Director.

- Just not in school, whore.

- Good.