Monday at work dragged second by second as the clock slowly worked its way through the hours until I could rush home to meet my young daughter, Susie, and accept my much anticipated letter from her teacher Miss Simpson. I couldn't concentrate on my work at all during the day and my workmates thought I was sick. I was in a way, I was a sick perv who was blackmailing his daughter's teacher after finding out she wrote porn stories for Literotica.com under the pen name of Teachgirl. Here was a schoolteacher in a conservative southern town writing about being raped by thick black cocks and being gang banged in a lift; after teaching my little girl all day in our local school.
Well now she was writing a new story that was solely for me. After Saturday's basketball game when I had her pantyless with her stunning tits on show, I had set her some homework of her own .... To write an essay about how she felt about me blackmailing her, threatening to expose her in our community for her stories which I had jacked off to many times in the last few weeks.
Miss Simpson has a killer body that none of my schoolteachers could have ever stood a chance of matching or coming close to. I so much wished to be in Susie's place sitting at the desk watching attentively as Miss Simpson reached up to write on the board, her full breasts thrusting through her tight blouse and her short tight skirt riding up her stockinged thighs.
I had a raging hard on that was hard to hide at work as I watched the hands of the clock slowly crawl around toward four o'clock home time.
Finally, at long last I was bounding through the front door at home, eager to find Susie at home; or more honestly, that she was at home with a letter from Miss Simpson. I sat on the settee next to Susie as she told me about her day as she always does, and finally she got to the part where Miss Simpson held her back after class to give her a letter addressed to me.
"Am I in trouble Daddy?" Susie asked her bottom lips trembling some.
I hugged her to me, "No Sweetie, Miss Simpson has just sent me some information that we talked about during the game on Saturday," I assured her and hugged her some more. I so desperately wanted to lock myself in my den, read her essay and jack off reading the juicy contents of her inner most thoughts. I knew now that I had control over Miss Simpson otherwise she wouldn't have written the letter that I was so sure was inside the envelope in my hot, clammy hand. But domestic reality of being a single parent father beckoned and I had to cook dinner instead. As I stood over the stove I so desperately wanted to open the letter and read her prose; but it wasn't the right thing to do as I would have been stood there with a stonking hard on while cooking Chicken Kiev and veggies.
I have always made a point of spending quality time together with Susie over dinner as we talk & eat together, but tonight I wished that Susie would hurry up so I could shoot off to my den.
"Eat up Susie as your food is going cold," I encouraged her. Finally we were finished and we cleared away the dishes. Finally, yes finally I could go and read Miss Simpson's highly anticipated essay.
"Time for homework young lady, I have some work to do in the den," I offered already turning and heading for the den.
I locked the door and settled back into my high backed leather swivel chair and carefully opened the envelope and extracted the letter. I eased back in the chair spreading my legs wide in anticipation for the hard on that was about to stretch my jeans. Opening up the folded pages I started to read and I knew straight away I wasn't going to be disappointed
Dear Mr. Mender,
I am not sure what exactly you want from this but I will try to follow your instructions and tell you how I feel about the situation you have put me in. I am angry, angry with you, angry with myself , and angry with my friend. I feel like I have no options as you have threatened to expose me if I do not do what you say.
From the moment you started this I have thought long and hard about just going to the police and telling them everything but even though I would get some satisfaction from you getting thrown in jail for blackmail and god knows what else, I also know that my career would be ruined. The press would have a field day with the "Teacher that wrote porn". I fear I would not be able to teach ever again in this country and that would break my heart. I have wanted to be a teacher all my life and I love seeing the joy and happiness on children's faces when they do something well. I have decided that I will not let you take that away from me.
I came to the library that first night to try and talk you out of whatever you had planned. I was scared when you mentioned the name of my stories at parent evening but I thought you were a reasonable man and I would be able to straighten it out. That night did not end up as I planned as I left with no underwear and after exposing my breasts to you. I knew from that point I would have to ride this out and hope for the best.
So, I guess you will continue to torture and humiliate me as often as you choose. I am determined to keep my secret safe and I will try and do what you ask. I am a strong woman, Mr. Mender, and I can put up with lots of abuse to keep what is important to me. I am going to rely on that strength to carry me through your little games until you tire of them and decide to leave me alone.
When I was dressing tonight I kept wondering how far you would go with your daughter by your side. I felt a little protected by Susie's presence. However, I was very disappointed that I underestimated your cruelty. I felt like a slut sitting in my seat with no panties and my legs spread, allowing the young men in front of us to look right up my skirt. Were they friends of yours or are you going to continue to expose me to complete strangers?
I hope you are happy that you are putting me through this kind of pain and humiliation. I guess that is what makes you tick, treating women like this. I am assuming you are starting a collection of my underwear as I end up handing them to you every time we meet. Would it be easier if I just didn't wear any when you call on me? If not, I would hope that you would help me out as they are expensive and as you well know a teacher's salary is not the greatest. I am hoping that you are at least compassionate enough to consider this.
I also would like to set a few ground rules. I realize I am not in a position of being able to set terms but I will ask that you follow these anyway. Please no incidents at my school. It is my place of employment and the only place these days that I feel like a professional. Also no incidents in front of the kids, especially Susie. I am their mentor and teacher and I do not want to jeopardize that by them seeing something they shouldn't. Lastly, I ask that you not inflict physical pain in any of your sordid adventures. I would like to keep some vestige of my pride.
One last thought, Mr. Mender. I absolutely love Susie and it makes me very sad to think that her father is a sadistic, mean person. I wonder how long it will take Susie to realize this no matter how much you try to hide it. This kind of behavior will eventually eat at your personality and eventually come out. I believe she will be very sad when she finally learns the truth about her precious daddy. I hope you will re-consider your plans and be the kind of father Susie deserves.
Miss Simpson
"Wow, fuck me!" I breathed rather breathlessly as I carefully folded the pages and put them back in the envelope for later further enjoyment. I needed a few minutes to get my wits about me. This young woman had me so turned on, so horny for her hot body, I so desperately wanted to fuck her here and now! I just wanted to push her thighs wide apart, rip her panties off and just fuck into what I imagined would be an incredibly tight pussy.
The phone was in my hand and I dialed the number automatically; "Sis, Hi, I need you to come over as soon as you can, something has come up and I need to go out and attend to it straight away. Can you do that for me?" I asked Heather, hoping I didn't sound too desperate.
"Big Brother I am sure you think I have nothing better to do that to sit here waiting for your call,"
"Sis, please .... It is important," I pleaded hoping it didn't sound too much like begging.
"You've not got blue balls again have you?" she teased.
"SIS!!! You have a dirty mind!! Wash your mouth out with soap"
"Make your mind up ... do you want me there or washing my mouth out," she teased.
