Mrs. Bantam - Sex Stories

Mrs. Bantam

... “I see” “I masturbate to midget porn all the time” “I think you should go, this is not the time or place for this type of subject.” But there was something in her eyes that was telling me that she would consider it under the right circumstance. I wrote my cell number on a piece of paper and slid it across the desk to her. “maybe you can let me buy you a drink sometime, should we just happen to be in the same place at the same time.” She cleared her throat and asked me to leave again. I smiled, thanked her for being such a great teacher and left. I had started picking up my daughter more and every time I did I would flirt with the sexy little teacher and dropping hints about where when I would be free to hook up. Several weeks later I got a text from her. All it said was the name of a pub and a time. It was a Thursday night and Leela was on another evening shift and the little one was at her grandparents for a couple of days, the timing was perfect. I slid into the booth across the table from her she wore a leather jacket and a blue and red striped shirt that hugged those curves and I could not wait to see how tight the jeans she was wearing were. I ordered a beer and she sipped a glass of wine as we made small talk. “for the record” she said. “this is probably the worst idea ever” “what is?” I smiled. “I just happened to run into my k**s teacher at a pub and said hello” “sure Mist.. Randy” “and what is your name, or do you want me to keep calling you Mrs. Bantam?” “Olive, my ...

... name is Olive” “mmm I wanna cover you in oil Olive and screw your brains out.” “well that isss... the hottest thing anyone has said to me in a while.” “what about your husband. If you were married to me, I would have my cock in you all the time. I would visit you at work and screw you on your desk.” She leaned forward and smiled at me and told me she has never met anyone as graphic as I was and it turned her on. She then showed me a motel key. “still wanna a fuck a midget big man” “oh my god yes!” “k well I have a husband who spends more time on the road, than on me, and I need from time to time a little discretionary sport fucking to keep me sane. So the deal is no strings, no bullshit, no regrets. “ “hey I am married too, so a little strange on the side has to be discreet.” “agreed” She took my hand and led me out of the bar and we hailed a cab. In minutes we were at a cheap motel and we made out on the bed for a while until she excused herself and went into the bathroom. I took the time to take off all my clothes and sat on the edge of the bed. After so many years of fantasy and hoping I was finally going to have a little person to myself. The door opened and she walked out wearing a pair of aqua coloured hipsters with dark lace trimmings, her bra matched. Her long golden hair fell down around her face as she sauntered across the room. Running her hands up my thigh she quickly wrapped her cute lips around my shaft and slowly and deeply sucked me hard. I leaned back on my ...