My Boss

If I had listened to my sister or my parents, I would work somewhere else, but my job was fun.

Yes, it was not easy to take care of such a rattle band. No matter how old the students were, whether in the first class, or in their last, they were always a rattle band.

Just as I was a member of one when I was still at school.

So for two years I was a teacher at a comprehensive school, here I taught the students from the seventh to the tenth grade. The colleagues were actually quite right, many were just before their pension age, I was twenty-seven and had only just begun. Our boss always looked for new teachers at the end of a school year, because at the moment one to five left us.

These teachers had fulfilled their goal and retired.

The boss was an energetic person, none of the colleagues, or even the student, really wanted to deal with her.

They were treated very impersonally, almost like chess figures. The only person I was so sorry about was her daughter. She had to suffer more from her mother.

Her daughter, Inka, was as long at school as her mother, but she had only to ‘sit’ for a year and a half, as she once told me.

“Mr. Wolters, please do not tell Mommy anything”

“Inka, that was confidential, and remains confidential”

I had become the school’s trusted teacher, probably because there was no other colleague. The boss was particularly annoyed that she got nothing from these teachers. My predecessors had always let themselves to the folklul year. Since the boss was always looking for new teachers, it was not a good thing for the school administration that some teachers wanted to leave the school, so she did not like me. But with Inka she asked again.

“Mr. Wolters, what did my daughter want with them?”

“This is what they know, the conversation between the teacher and the student is confidential, and the parents will not be told if the student does not want it.

Oh, and what else, Mrs. Zuse. If Inka just looks like she has a bruise, there’s trouble. “

“Are they going to threaten me as their superiors?”

“No, only to them as a parent.”

She looked at me very badly, but this time I had the better cards.

It would certainly be harder with other topics of the school, however, against this woman.

No idea what Mrs. Zuse had, she saw, how one of the students said in a conversation with others, which I could eavesdropped, so beautiful? “For a teacher, and then as a rector, the Zuse has a super body”

“Klaus, everybody bites his teeth, what do you think she has no husband?” “You’re right again, but I’ll stick to it, the body is forbidden”

And the student was right. The boss was a woman, which one looked at several times. And if she were not the boss, every time with pleasure.

I kept rubbing with the ‘Zuse’, mostly because she wanted to know what the students wanted.

Inka came more often and spoke out, or just sat there and stared into the air (here I can just hang out, thank you Mr. Wolters), but she did so more often that her mother did not know about it.

I taught only to the tenth grade, but I was, of course, a teacher of confidence for all of them, from first grade to high school.

Inka had almost passed her school examinations, when I asked her what she wanted to be. She looked at me a little funny, then said, “Teacher, they brought me, because they care for their students, unlike Mami, who does not mind.”

“Inka”

“It’s true, she does not even take care of herself, I do not know what she’s got. She looked at me, “Mr. Wolters, I’m afraid for Mommy that she is doing something.”

She looked at me with sad eyes, but what could I do? Nothing.

Inka said good-bye to me and said that she probably would not come so often, but I would have helped her with my time in which I had borne her.

I saw her afterwards, a student, whom I had only met as a trust, because when I came to school she had grown out of my field.

A few days later I went home in the evening, from a meeting of the union. When in front of a somewhat disreputable establishment, a woman made theater. I could hear that she wanted to “Let me in, her bitch tails. I finally want to fuck again” Your language was a little washed, she probably had drunk too much.

The doormen did not let her in, even when she began to undress the rest of the clothes she was wearing. And she did not have much more.

I just came, when she stood naked in front of the door and cursed, and she recognized Mrs. Zuse.

I did not like the woman, but I could not leave her alone.

I gathered up her distributed clothes and grabbed them “Komm Bettina”

“Are you fucking me?”

“Yes I do”

I pulled her to the station, a tree stopped her. She leaned back with her arms and stretched out her butt. “Come on, fucks me.”

“Come, Bettina”

“I do not want you to go to the Arabs, they can fuck.”

Should I let them go? Inka had said she was getting worse and I could not let my boss run around like that.

So I said “OK, Bettina, you want it so”

Then I opened my pants and took my cock pure. With the body, which stood naked in front of me, he had been hard for a long time.

I pressed her back against the tree and pushed my cock into her cunt.

“UUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” she roared, followed by “You’re a man, take me”

And so I fucked her, beautifully deep, evenly and beautifully fast. Bettina Zuse snuffed in front of me, I dropped her clothes and reached for her breasts, which dangled under her. Here I felt the hard nipples, and when I came into it I pressed my nipples together with my fingernails. She came and yelled out an orgasm that some windows were opening.

“Listen to their pigs – that can not be —- in the middle of the public”

I held on to Bettina and then turned her around. She leaned against the tree and looked up at me “You’re a man, I need one”

I grabbed Bettina again and put her on a bench that was right next to us. Then I looked for her things and tried to put some of her back on.

She resisted her hands and feet. “I want to fuck until I tip over. You’ve already started well.

Can you do more? “

Then she ran with a hand through her step and wiped over her running cunt. She looked at her hand and once licked her mousse mucus and my sperm.

“You taste it, but now I want more, you can not.”

Slowly, she went to the biscuit with her sex demands. So I packed her things in my pocket and put them over my shoulder.

“Hey, right?”

“To the bombs, you can now fuck your way.”

“I do not want him to be a big one,

Should Bettina really have offered the bans?

What was wrong with the woman?

She was still lying on my shoulder, still naked, and I ran with her so through the night.

The people who saw us shook their heads, some cursed, “How can he carry his wife like that?”

A couple of youngsters called us “Hey, can we fuck you? You’ll get a ten of each”

So drunk Bettina was, I realized how she flinched, she probably did not want that.

We were in a part of the city, which was no longer so well lit because I did not know where Bettina and Inka lived, I had to see if Bettina had an address with it.

So I put her against a lantern and searched her things. “Hey, fuck me” – “Shut up, you bitch” – “Yeah, I’m a bitch, go fuck me in the ass, bitch tail.”

I had found her address, that was not so far from my apartment, I just had to get that woman somehow there, without us both arrested.

“Come Bettina, we’re going home” – “No, that can not go, I can not go”

“Why not?”

She looked at me and then said, still drunk, but clearly “I’m a bitch, I want to be fucked by strangers, I can not go home, what does my daughter think of me? . “

Then she clasped me “Please, fuck me, I need that, I need an orgasm, please, I can not stand it anymore.”

Then she turned back to the lantern. “Fuck me in the ass, please”, she pulled her ass cheeks apart and begged correctly to get fucked in the butt.

The woman looked so horny that I took her again. I leaned over her and asked “Really in the butt?”

“Yes, please”