The Teacher Quest 2: Mrs.Rice

So a few weeks later, after my fucked up fantasy gone wrong with Ms.Dry Hump (aka Ms. Booth), I was back on the saddle. I started basically stalking the other teacher that showed me interest. Every time her username would pop online I would immediately click on it to IM her. Having had a small yet disappointing taste of would if would be like to fuck a teacher I was more eager than ever to bury my dick in some educated cougar pussy. I did everything but look her up in the phone book, wait at her house for school to let out then greet her at her car door with chocolates and roses. The sad part is I am not kidding. She never told me what school she worked at which is a good thing because there’s no doubt in my mind that I would have staked that bitch out.She too wasn’t a high school teacher but she wasn’t a glorified babysitter either. She taught middle school, 7th and 8th grade. Which suited my fantasy.

Like Ms. Booth and I, Mrs. Rice and I talked online often but brief. But when we did talk it was always about sex. Mrs.Rice was very freaky and into kinky shit. She once told me she was a dominatrix and she was master to about a half-dozen submissive male teachers in the area. She said they liked anything from being whipped, to being kicked in the nuts repeatedly, to being humiliated and she loved every minute of it. This was never confirmed, but after seeing her place, I totally believed it. So you can just imagine what kind of freak she was. But this didn’t faze me one bit, she knew I only wanted the thrill of fucking a teacher not any of that extra kinky shit. So after while my stalking finally paid off and Mrs. Rice was ready to meet. She invited me over to her apartment in the city for an early dinner. Teacher sex and dinner, how could I decline.

I arrived at her place which was only a 25 minute ride from mines, so she already had that bitch Ms. Booth beat. Before I even got all the way up to her apartment I could smell the neck bones, greens, mac n cheese and cornbread cooking. Mmm mmm, my mouth was watering and my dick was dancing. She opens the door and immediately I’m hit by the smell of Thanksgiving. Which was odd because Thanksgiving was no where insight. I stepped in the apartment and it was decorated “normal” I guess, nothing that really said “I’m a teacher” though. I’m not really sure how an apartment could say “I’m a teacher” maybe I just expected to see a big ass chalk board in her living room, I don’t know. This was my first time seeing Mrs. Rice and I must say compared to what my last teacher hook up looked like I was pleased.

She was an older brown-skinned lady probably early 40′s. Kinda reminded me of the mom off the show Sister Sister. She was very busty and a mixture of thick and chubby, but I was feeling it. I can tell she took pride in her appearance. She had very nicely done make-up, red lipstick and her hair was done in sort of low maintenance teacher style bob. She had on some shorts and a T-shirt the kind of shit you would expect a Mexican to be wear after they’re caught sneaking across the border. But I assumed this was her cooking-wear. She was very happy to see me as if I was her first human contact in days. Before I even got in the door she had given me a big hug and planted a kiss on my cheek. I was feeling the love and even though things weren’t perfect she still had this teacher swagger about her.

She invited me in and told me to get ready to eat. I cleverly replied “eat who” she didn’t get it. Teachers are so dumb. As we walked toward the kitchen I notice she is using a cane and has some crazy stupid gimp in her step. She looked to be in good health for her age I just couldn’t figure out why she had this damn limp. It didn’t look like she was born with one of those cripple legs. You know, the one that looks like it got run over as a child, so know it only has 30% strength and works 80% of them time. Neither did it look like one of those mini-legs, that are about 4 inches shorter than its counterpart. So I didn’t know what to make of it. But I had to be careful. I didn’t wanna fuck this up. Even though she had a cane and a stupid-dumb walk, she was still a teacher and I still planned to penetrate her as such. So I had to wait for the right moment to ask. Five minutes go by and this shit is eating me alive. She hasn’t even fixed my plate yet and I am dying to inquire about this monopoly man cane. Three more minutes go by and I’m beginning to get a little angry. The food is great, but I’m just getting a little rattled about this fucking cane. I mean, when you have to get around with the help of a fucking cane that’s something you should disclose before you blindly meet someone. It probably wouldn’t have altered my decision to fuck. But it’s common fucking courtesy! Suppose I came rolling up to her door in a fucking wheelchair. How would she feel? Pretty shitty I bet. I can’t even enjoy my meal because of this cane! She’s blabbing at me over dinner about who knows what but I cannot even listen because of this cane!!! Fuck it, I can’t take it anymore. I had to do it!. I drop my knife and fork on the plate and look up at her:

Me: The cane.

Mrs.R: Huh? (she looks confused)

Me: The cane. What is the cane for.

At this point I am coming off a bit rude and disrespectful, which is a bad idea to do with Mrs.Rice. Even though she has to walk with a cane, she is still the type of black woman who won’t take shit from nobody and would likely beat my ass over the head with the cane, if I got to far out of line. Something tells me this is the reason that she has been separated from her husband for years.

Mrs.R: Oh didn’t I tell you? I fell in the classroom and tore my knee.

Me: Oh wow are you alright? When was this?

Mrs.R: Oh yeah Im fine now, this happened a little over 4 years ago.

Me: So you haven’t been in a classroom in over 4 years!!

Mrs.R: Yes, I’m on disability.

NOOOO FUCKINGGGG WAY!!

Jesus hates me, he really does. There is no doubt in my mind that if he does exist. He owns a dart board with my face on it because he hates me so much. I bet he won’t even send me to hell when I die. He’ll bring me to heaven and just give me a crappy job. Like The Holy Custodian and just make me go around and clean up shit all day while all the angels laugh at me and call me names. Why else would I have a fucking teacher that doesn’t teach!

This ruins the whole fantasy. I can’t picture her in front of a chalkboard now. I only can picture her in front of a TV, sitting on her disabled ass, watching soap operas and eating cheeses puffs. This was like charity work, I would essentially be fucking a cripple person…again! This was the equivalent to wanting to fuck a lady cop but instead you got a security guard. Or instead of a super model you got a fucking hand model. This shit was not fair at all. I could not hold back the “are you fucking serious” look on my face. I imagine I probably looked similar to the first slaves that hopped of the ship in the U.S and seen 100 white men with whips and chains. With the slaves looking at each other saying “are you fucking serious”. I’m pretty sure Mrs.R notice my disappointed look as well. Because from that point on she started being really nice to me. She gave me a back message. She started talking freaky to me just like she did online. She even talked about how she always wanted to be fucked in her classroom on her desk. Although all this freaky talk was turning me on I just couldn’t shake the fact that she wasn’t currently a teacher.

So after talking for a while she just came out and ask me. In a sexy teachers voice that would have made Wesley Pipes blow his load, “So–Marcus, do you still want to earn that A?” At first I had no idea what the hell she was talking about. Then it hit me, I remember sharing the same Algebra Teacher fantasy with her that I talked about in The Teacher Quest: Ms.Booth. Ohhh shit, I’m so hard it hurts right now. I could Olympic Pole vault with my penis at this point. I’m like a nervous giddy little kid in the candy store, palms sweaty, stuttering but I manage to respond anyways “ye-yes”. At that moment she got her cane, didn’t say a word and hobbled off into her room. After about 10 minutes of sitting looking stupid twirling my thumbs she calls me to the room. I didn’t know what to expect but I knew what I wanted to see.

I wanted to see her dressed in some business casual suit, with a very short skirt, no shirt or bra on under the blazer, fish net thigh highs, and some 6 inch pumps. I began to walk back toward the room. Or more like shuffle back toward the room due to my alien like erection I had on. I step into the room and immediately I see tons of leather and chrome dominatrix type shit. Half of it I can’t even make out what it is. I can not even imagine what somebody would do with all this stuff, it was all foreign to me. It had the same effect on me as it would if Paris Hilton peered into a toolbox. Just as I was about to tell her that I wasn’t about to be one of her dom-bitches, I looked up and there she was. Dressed in some skin-tight cat woman like leather body suit. This outfit made her look like a totally different person. She was no longer chubby-thick, but only THICK. The leather had to be some, secret Harry Potter Sorceress Stone Magic Leather, because it appeared to make all her fat disappear. She stood right in front of the bed with her hands on her hips and her orthopedic cane right by her side. The cane didn’t bother me one bit. As turned on as I was, she could have fucked me with the hook part of that cane and I wouldn’t have given two shits. Her room was kinda tiny so I had to dodge weird dominatrix contraptions scattered on the floor. Not only because I was scared something would grab my ankle like a bear trap, but also because I seen something that resembled anal beads and I didn’t want any part of that. I got undressed quicker than superman when he steps into a phone booth. I typically don’t get butt ass naked when I’m with a random chick it’s just not my style, but I didn’t have not one fiber on my body. When we got into bed I had to confirm with her again that I wasn’t into that kinky dominatrix shit. After that was over the fun began.

It was just me and cat woman. I’m laying in the bed on my back when she starts to go down on me. All slow and provocative like she just stepped fresh up out of a porno. She started sucking me really slow and sexy. I normally hate slow and sexy blow jobs and prefer sloppy intense blow jobs but she had me on cloud 9. I would have paid this bitches car note right then and there if she asked me too. The whole time she is down there I am in an epic mental battle between myself and my dick. My dick wants to cum and I am trying to fight it off. I look down at her cane hoping to gain a little ground in the battle of Cum or Not To Cum. Nothing! I look down to see her on 1 knee and the other legged stretched hanging out off the bed because she couldn’t bend it enough. This was kinda funny to me so; Marcus: 1 Dick: 0. Not even a second later I look up to see her ass, tooted in the air, in all leather, at a perfect 45 degree angle, while in my peripheral vision I see her head moving up and down on my dick. SPLAT!! Marcus:1 Dick: 457. Fuck Fuck Fuck… 5 minutes into one of my all time fantasies and I have already came. I am such a loser. I don’t even deserve to have a dick. I might as well just have a vagina with an oversized clit, because I am clearly a bitch. She rolled over and laid down, put my head on her leather-covered chest. Which kinda felt like laying on somebody’s sofa, who decided to drape it in plastic coverings (ie. Like 90% of black people’s grandparents…including mines).

She coddled me for a while like a baby. She even told me she knew I was going to cum when I did. Which told me that body suit apparently gave her telekinesis, but couldn’t fix her fucked up knee. What a shitty body suit. After we laid for a while she whispered, “you still haven’t earned that A yet”. My dick shot up so quick, I could have torn a hole in the sheets and for the next hour I million man marched all up and through that cougar vagina. Yeah, it took a minute to peel that leather suit off her and I didn’t realize how much fat it was actually hiding until she was down to her birthday suit. Also there were a few limitation due to her bum knee, but after we figured that out it was all down hill from there and I loved every minute of it.

Yeah, this isn’t nearly how I pictured my teacher fantasy would play out. But I must say, I am very satisfied. It was like a teacher fantasy with sugar on top. Oh and I know what you may be thinking, “you fucked a disabled teacher that doesn’t count” “she was not even a current teacher”, and my response is: go to hell bitch! How many 8th grade disabled teachers did u fuck in high school or how many elementary teachers did you let dry hump you? None!

So…Fuck a teacher: CHECK.

Posted on July 30th, 2011 by iBlackguy | 5 Comments »

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