AFTER THE CLASS
EPISODE 8
(Rated ๐+)
The next day at school, Mr. Tony wasn’t himself. He was so down and dull that it was noticed by everyone. He walked down the corridor to senior class B, his feet heavy with the weight of his thoughts. He entered the classroom, and the students greeted him with their usual enthusiasm, but he just waved his hand at them, his smile forced.
As he wrote on the board and explained the day’s lesson, the students noticed his dull mood. He was normally energetic and engaging, but today he was subdued and quiet. Everyone kept quiet, sensing that something was wrong.
Nancy and Amanda, who always caught his eye and received his warm smiles, also noticed his mood. He wasn’t looking at any of them, unlike before. He just concentrated on his teaching, his eyes fixed on the board or his notes.
The students exchanged worried glances, wondering what could be wrong with their beloved teacher. But no one dared to ask him, sensing that he didn’t want to talk about it.
An hour later, the bell rang, indicating that the class was over. Mr. Tony packed all his stuff quickly and left the class, without his usual farewell or encouragement. The students watched him go, feeling concerned and puzzled by his behavior.
As he was heading back to the staff room, Mr. Tony decided to take the back deserted route to his office. He didn’t want other teachers asking him what the problem was. He just walked in silence, lost in his thoughts.
He reached the mango tree at the back of his window, and suddenly, someone held his hand from behind. He turned around, and it was Violet.
“Violet, what do you want?” he asked, exasperated.
“I just wanted to tell you that you look so hot today,” she said, smiling seductively. “I want to have you right now.”
“I’m not in the mood, Violet,” he replied, trying to pull his hand away. “And it’s because of you. You’re blackmailing me, and I don’t like it.”
“I know,” she said, her smile still plastered on her face. “But I’m not going to stop until I get what I want. And what I want is you.”
“Please, Violet,” he pleaded. “Delete the video. I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t expose me.”
“Anything I want?” she repeated, her eyes glinting with excitement. “That’s a big promise, Mr. Tony. I’m not sure you’re ready for that.”
“Please, Violet,” he begged again. “I’m willing to do anything. Just don’t ruin my life.”
Violet laughed, a cold, calculating laugh. “We’ll see about that, Mr. Tony,” she said. “We’ll see about that, but for now let me have a taste of you ,”
Violet’s smile grew wider as she collected Mr. Tony’s books and dropped them to the ground. She reached out and held his belt, her fingers deftly unbuckling it before moving on to his zip. Mr. Tony watched in a mixture of shock and horror as she undid it, his mind racing with thoughts of how to stop her.
“Violet, what are you doing?” he asked, trying to keep his voice low. “This is not the right time or place.”
But Violet just hushed him, her eyes glinting with a mischievous spark. “No one would pass here, Mr. Tony,” she whispered. “I just need to feel you.”
Mr. Tony tried to push her away, but she held him tight, her hands moving slowly over his body. He could feel his face growing hot with embarrassment and frustration, but Violet just seemed to enjoy his discomfort.
“Violet, stop,” he pleaded. “This is not right. You’re blackmailing me, forcing me to do something I don’t want to do.”
But Violet just smiled, her eyes fixed on his. “Oh, Mr. Tony,” she whispered. “You want to do this. You just don’t know it yet.”
And with that, she continued to touch him, her hands moving slowly and deliberately over his body. Mr. Tony felt a wave of nausea wash over him, but he was trapped, unable to move or escape Violet’s grasp.
He stared at her as she brought out his d*ck ,she squatted and placed her lips on it , Tony gasped in surprise , “this girl is really a bad a*ss “, he thought,
She began su*cking him , she spit on his cap and rolled her hands up and down his s***t, Tony closed his eyes in pleasure , he soon forgot about his worries at the moment , he held her head and directed her su*ck him more , she did , going slowly at first then she picked her pace and continued in a fast movement , she held his balls and squeezed them , he mo*aned, she looked at him and smiled knowing he was enjoying her , soon she hoped he would do away with the other girls and she would have him to herself,
His grunts brought her out of her thoughts as she knew he was about cu*mming , she squeezed tighter and continued su*cking him until he felt him shoot his load in her throat , and she swallowed it all, which surprised Tony and he felt his d*ck throbbing again ,
Violet smiled and stood up , she faced the wall and pulled up her skirt ,then pull down her pa*nties , Tony knew what that meant , he held her a*ss and touched her p*ssy , she was already soaking wet , he smiled to himself and placed his d*ck at her entrance and entered her , she mo*aned , before he could thru*st in, she began rolling her wa*ist on his d*ck , Tony went wild ,he has not experienced this before ,usually he does all the work and here is this pretty taking him to heaven ,
She kept rolling her waist , pushing it in and out , then she went faster , Tony had to hold her wa*ist tighter , soon he felt his c*m , he tried to ram into her but she kept doing the work , then he heard her mo*an louder and starting to vibrate , he knew she was about to c*m , soon both of them released and they were panting hard ,
Violet dressed up and helped Mr. Tony put his stuff back in place, buckling his belt for him. She kissed him softly on the lips and stepped back, a sly smile spreading across her face.
“I didn’t know you were such a bad a*s,” Mr. Tony said, chuckling.
Violet smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. “I knew you enjoyed me,” she said, her voice husky.
Mr. Tony nodded, still smiling. “I did,” he admitted. “But Violet, I have to ask, what’s going on with you? I didn’t know you had this in you.”
Violet’s smile grew wider. “You are so sweet boo ,i now know why those girls are flocking around you and now I want you all to myself, Mr. Tony,” she said, her voice dripping with desire. “I want you to get rid of Nancy and Amanda. I don’t want to share you with anyone.”
Mr. Tony’s face changed, his smile faltering. “Violet, I don’t know if that’s possible,” he said, trying to reason with her.
But Violet just smiled and walked out, swaying her hips as she went.
Mr. Tony watched her go, his mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened. He couldn’t believe Violet’s audacity, He sighed and headed back to his office, wondering what he had gotten himself into.
As he sat down at his desk, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Violet was trouble. He rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the headache that was forming. He knew he had to make a decision, and fast. Was he going to give in to Violet’s demands, or was he going to try and resist her or have them all? Only time would tell.
Soon, someone knocked on the door, and Amanda entered, smiling brightly. But her smile faltered when she saw Mr. Tony’s expression. He hissed when he saw her, his face twisted in a scowl.
“Hey, Mr. Tony, what’s wrong?” Amanda asked, sitting down in the chair in front of his desk. “You were really moody in class today. Are you sick?”
Mr. Tony nodded, trying to come up with an excuse. “I have malaria,” he said, his voice gruff.
Amanda’s face contorted in a pitying expression. “Sorry, Mr. Tony. That’s terrible.”
Mr. Tony nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for lying to her. But he couldn’t tell her the truth – that he was being blackmailed by Violet and was feeling trapped and frustrated.
Amanda stared at him, her eyes searching. “Is anything else bothering you, Mr. Tony? You seem really upset.”
Mr. Tony shook his head, trying to brush her off. “No, I’m just tired. That’s all.”
Amanda looked disappointed, but she tried to perk up. “I missed you, that’s why I came to see you,” she said, her voice sweet.
But Mr. Tony wasn’t having it. “Not now, Amanda. I’m not feeling it. I need to go home and rest.”
Amanda nodded, looking crestfallen. Mr. Tony stood up and started packing his stuff, trying to hurry her along. And just as he was finishing up, the bell rang, indicating closing time.
He went to the door and opened it, and Amanda stood up and walked out. Mr. Tony followed her, locking the door behind him. Outside, the students were already leaving, chatting and laughing with each other. Mr. Tony hastened his steps, eager to get home and escape the drama that was unfolding in his life.
To be continued……..
๐๐ what advice do you have for Mr Tony?
