Taboo Stepson System-Chapter 35: Mrs Laurent

If Miss Emily was known as Dominion High school’s most easy going teacher then Mrs Laurent was the kindest, modest and mommy-like in terms of appearance.

Standing tall at 5’11, her body was the perfect mix of chubby and thickness.

Her hips, ass and most especially, her melons seemed like specially crafted masses of flesh without slacking features.

Standing tall at 5’11, her figure was the perfect blend of chubby and thickness.

Her wide hips, full backside, and most especially her generous melons seemed almost sculpted—lush curves without a single hint of slack attributes.

She was also the wet dream of countless students and the personification of their fantasies.

At this moment, Mrs Laurent dressed in a formal black top and burgundy maxi skirt that hid the wondrous outline of her figure standing before a door, face flushed as she contemplated what to do after realizing what the sound coming from behind the door was.

The sign on the door read: Teachers Only.

Slurp! Slurp!

"Come here you cock sucking slut."

"Yes, take my cock..."

"... Bastard, you almost killed me."

"... Being blackmailed to suck my dick."

The door to the restroom wasn’t sound proofed since what was going on in there at the moment wasn’t taken into account when it was being made.

’Blackmail?’

Mrs Laurent thought, instantly feeling a wave of guilt overwhelm her at the moist patch in her underwear.

’I shouldn’t have listened.’ Losing interest in the deed that was being done, Mrs Laurent quickly came up with a plan to catch the blackmailer.

It was by pushing the door ajar of course. However, just as she turned the door knob, she felt nervous and quickly dialed up her ring tone, hoping whoever it was would take cover before she entered.

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Back to the correct time.

Inside the stall, Miles held his breath alongside Miss Emily while listening to the approaching footsteps.

’Not heels or hard soles, light comfy shoes. Based on the rhythm, she’s a female teacher.’

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Outside the stall, Mrs Laurent carefully looked around. Spotting the red luxury brand handbag on the washbasin sink, she instantly recognised who it was that had been sucking cock.

Shaken to the core by this discovery, she speechlessly walked towards the next stall which was opened.

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Meanwhile, inside the other stall, Miles and Miss Emily stood frozen as they listened to the footsteps head to the next stall.

’Fuck!’ Miles cursed in frustration.

Miss Emily looked nervous and frightened by the prospect of being caught too.

For a couple of seconds, the air inside the stall was pensive and filled with trepidation until Miles had a sudden flash of inspiration.

Tap

Tapping Miss Emily by the shoulder, Miles grinned when she turned to him with a livid look then gestured by squeezing her small boobs that she took off her bra.

Gritting her teeth, Miss Emily could only comply fearing that Miles would go with his previous threats if she defied him.

And so the sound of her shirt rustling filled the stall as she took off her red bra.

Seeing her protruding nipples through the shirt, Miles’ already deflated dick from fear of being caught grew rapidly from a thick thumb size to a magnificent 7 inches and thick rod.

Since the distance between him and Miss Emily was a bit too close, it smacked her behind, shocking her to the core when she saw it.

’Wait, what?’’

’How can he get an erection in situations like this? What’s he trying to do?’

At last, she didn’t have to ponder much when Miles grabbed her butt with both hands and squeezed them tight, ignoring the hindrance which her skirt bore.

Her breath became heavy. Resisting the urge to purr at such a bad girl treatment, she gritted her teeth with closed eyes and held tight to the bra she had taken off.

Behind her, Miles kept massaging her ass while rubbing his dick against it a few times.

His eyes were steadily on Miss Emily’s Infatuation gauge which had dropped by 15% and was rapidly increasing. Currently it was at 93%.

Letting go of his tight grip over her ass, Miles lowered his hands. Activating blissful hands, he began to caress her thighs softly, reaching up to her skirt, he paused and suddenly pulled it up to her waist in one swoop.

Whilst, Miss Emily’s already fragile resistance crumbled. Her lips were the first to part ways, leaving her mouth to hang open, with a breathless lush expression on her face.

Miles’ hands were directly grabbing her ass cheeks after pulling up her skirt. The only resistance from his goal at this moment was her T-string underwear.

Ding

[Emily Archer>100%]

’Got you bitch.’

Seeing the Infatuation gauge at 100%, Miles no longer held.

In swift, fluid motion, he collected the red bra from Miss Emily and pulled her towards him from behind, his arm wrapped tight around her waist.

Whilst, from being rammed back ward to being imprisoned in his embrace, Miss Emily was taken by surprise and mistakenly let out a stifled gasp. A slight ’ahhh’ sound.

’Shit.’

A dreadful silence filled the stall as both Miles and Miss Emily froze. A second passed, there was no reaction from the other side so Miles resumed and quickly stuffed her mouth full with her folded bra cups.

Miss Emily’s eyes widened, taken by surprise with the dirty girl treatment. But nonetheless she gritted her teeth in order to hold the bra.

"Hmm."

Before she could get back in touch with reality, she felt Miles’ firm grip around her neck, choking the life out of her as his other hand lowered, slipping into her T-string while his rod pressed against her ass cheeks.

" Mmmhh."

Miss Emily trembled, her eyelids quivering as her pupils turned whitish due to bliss, rolling backwards.

Coupled with being outright suffocated, her legs almost gave out.

"Now would you deny being a slut?"

Miles whispered as he fastened the thrust of his fingers exploring her pussy.