All Chapters of Teaching her a lesson: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

There was a bra beneath it, though I recognized two things about it right away. First, the bra was itself a minimizer, something I'd learned to recognize years back with a woman I'd been dating who'd worn them at her work for pretty much the same reason. They squeezed and redirected the breasts inside the cup to shave down their apparent size to lookers-on. It had been incredibly uncomfortable, she'd said, but it had kept her boss from being as much of a pig. It looked as though Isa's had been similarly effective with me, because the second thing I noticed, for the very first time, was that her poor bra was fighting an uphill battle to do its job. And losing. Her breasts were positively oozing out of the thing, squashed upwards and inwards and sideways, so much bulging boobage it reminded me of the corset Taylor had worn to her house last Sunday. Beneath it, a washboard stomach shamed me. Isa glanced at the clock. "Yeah, we still got a little time. Here." Her arms reached behind her

That might have been harder on my conscience if not for the attempted blackmail. That was still too fresh in my mind not to take a little satisfaction in how warped her thinking had become. It reminded me why I'd invited her over in the first place, but she was still apologizing. "I'm setting some time aside this weekend to look into community colleges, or maybe something online. Something that will keep her close at hand so you won't have to wait long when you're in the mood for her. Don't tell her I said so, but it was what I was hoping she would do anyway. Community college, that is, not the booty call thing. Though that is working out well!" She laughed self-consciously. "Anyway, thanks to you, I think she'll finally come around.""Hey, just being neighborly.""Don't you think it goes unnoticed, mister." She nodded curtly. "I'll keep after her. I think she's having fun, learning the birds and the slutty little bees, even if she gets a bit short-tempered with me looking over her sh

Suddenly, right as I was about to give her a shake, a tap, something to make sure she was still with me, Megan spoke. "So... it's humiliation, right?"I started. "What?""That's what you want, right? To embarrass me. Take the cute neighbor lady who'd never given you a second thought as a man down a few pegs on the totem pole." She looked up, studying me.Never given me a second thought? Ouch. "No, that's not... I mean, you blackmailed me! Don't try to make me out to be the bad guy, Megan. You're the--""It can be two things," she interjected. "And I'm not protesting. I'm just... here. I'm having an idea. Sit tight."Without warning she turned , leaving my cock twitching, drying, in her wake. "Megan! What do you think you're doing? What happened to enthusiastic cooperation and support?" Had I finally found the limits of Serenex, mid-blowjob? Of all the times to hit the wall!"Just... trust me, OK?""For a woman who--""I know what I did, and I feel awful about it. I promise. But if I'm

"It doesn't bother you that your mom's watching?" I probed, curious. "Why? There's nothing wrong with pleasuring you, Mr. Canon. And I will protect your secrets obviously, except it's not a secret from Mom, right?" "Right." I smiled, turning to Megan. "Well, Megan?" "Be a good little cocksucker for our neighbor, Cassie," she said, planting a soft kiss on Cassie's cheek as she pushed her daughter's mouth towards my crotch. The girl most definitely did not require the push. As soon as she was greenlighted, she was passionately engaged in sucking me off. There were immediate differences in her technique that even I recognized through the haze of arousal clouding my eyes and judgment. (Was I really going to let Megan off the hook so easily? Oh, but the way Cassie is making that little ring around around my head and dragging her lips up...) She was heavily over-producing and over-supply saliva, licking up and down the length, moaning in desire, spitting on the shaft as she stroked it wi

"You stood me up yesterday." It was Friday during the last passing period of the day, in between my senior English and prep period. All teachers were expected to conduct hall duty during these transitions, keeping an eye on the students and keeping them from dawdling overmuch. Most days, I skipped this obligation during this time and went right from Taylor's class into my prep, closing the door behind them and heaving a sigh of relief. Today, however, I was in a good mood. A comparatively easy week professionally thanks to Pixar, and indubitably the best week of my life personally. Sexually anyway. I had plenty of time to decide if there ought to be a distinction between the categories before I sat down to write my best-selling and very anonymous memoirs. I had pretty much floated out into the hallway after class, wishing my students a great weekend and high-fiving Patrice for her leadership in our discussion. It had been a fine note to end the week on. That young woman was going pla