Principal Turner deals with the aftermath of her lesbian encounter with a dominating former student and new employee.
Maggie pulled into the drive about 8:45 still stunned by the encounter with Taisha. It was like a dream. A really bad dream, but one she could not help wanting to repeat. Taisha had melted away all her inhibitions without her even realizing it. Maggie would have fired anyone of her staff instantly for far less inappropriate behavior than she just exhibited.
How could she face Taisha again? She would have to. Taisha had made it clear that she intended to do it again next week. Maggie had to put a stop to that way of thinking. She thought about going around back to the RV and talking to her now. However, with Sam at home, now was not the time. She had cleaned herself up in the restroom at school, but she could feel her panties getting stiff from her dried cum.
How could she face Sam without him knowing something was wrong? Also, in her paranoia, she thought she could smell Taisha's perfume on herself. She was afraid Sam would detect it. Her plan was to move as quickly as possible to the shower and get cleaned up. Then she would greet Sam.
When she entered, Sam was watching television. Maggie yelled, "Hey Honey, I am whipped. I'm gonna take a quick shower, be down in few."
"Ok, love ya," replied Sam.
"Love you too."
Maggie breathed a sigh of relief as she made it to the top of the steps. She quickly slid out of her clothes and put them in the laundry basket. When she saw the dried cum stains on her panties, she closed her eyes and flashed back to the events in her office. She hadn't felt anything quite like it before. As if every cell in her body was on overload leaving her paralyzed with pleasure.
Her mind reeling, she walked over to the window, and cracked the blinds, looking out at the RV. She thought she saw shadows moving. Her heart raced, but she could not see into the RV. Just as she thought about how to handle her situation with Taisha, she saw a shadow in the window.
Taisha had just finished Taco Bell for dinner and was looking forward to a shower after her encounter with Principal Turner. At least a hundred times Taisha had masturbated thinking of her. But, after all those fantasies, the reality of just one finger making Principal Turner cum with a shuttering orgasm was so much more powerful.
As she looked around the RV, she was awash in guilt. Principal Turner and her husband got her a job, were kind enough to let her live in their RV until she got settled. She repaid the kindness by seducing Ms. Turner in her office at work!
She recalled how Ms. Turner felt in her arms, and how powerfully aroused she felt pleasuring her. Principal Maggie Turner had been her fantasy for so long... Besides, if she read Sam right, he was a handsy, womanizing letch. Maggie even acknowledged his wandering eye.
Taisha just wanted to take a shower and get out of her cum stained panties. She went to close the blinds, fearing Sam might be slinking about trying to sneak a peek. But she turned the rod the wrong way, causing the blinds to rotate upward. That gave her a view of Ms. Turner's bedroom window. She did a double take and smiled when she realized she was not hallucinating Ms. Turner was standing naked at the window.
At that moment, Maggie saw the blinds shift upward, allowing a view into the RV bedroom. She briefly saw Taisha, blouse unbuttoned and hanging loose. Suddenly they made eye contact, Taisha's eyes seemed to widen, and a smile came to her face. Maggie suddenly realized she was naked and backed quickly away from the window.
She ducked into the bathroom as if Taisha could somehow levitate and still see her naked through the window. She started the shower and waited for the warm water. When her phone dinged, it was a text from Taisha with a single word.
"Beautiful"
Maggie climbed in the shower, ashamed, angry, excited, embarrassed, flattered all at the same time.
As she washed herself clean, she tried to rationalize that the text may not be proof that Taisha had seen her. But she knew it was too much of a coincidence and now it would be that much more... difficult to have the conversation and put a stop to this.
Taisha thought about how to take advantage of this latest encounter. It seemed she might have her second opportunity to reel in Ms. Turner. She stared at the window hoping for her to return. But when the light dimmed, she guessed she went into the bathroom. Since her hair had not appeared wet, Taisha assumed she was showering now, before bed. She decided to take a quick shower of her own and try to surprise Ms. Turner should she peek again.
When Maggie finished showering, she slipped on her bath robe and went back to the window to close the blinds. When she looked down, she was shocked to see Taisha laying naked on the bed, reading a book, with the blinds still angled to give her a view in. The view only allowed line of sight of the lower half of the bed, where Taisha lay sideways at the foot of the bed, clearly intending to put on a show.
She could see the shape of Taisha's hips and fullness of her breasts and dark dots of her areola. Her skin contrasted with the light comforter. Maggie could see the black triangle of her bush. She stood transfixed; her throat tight, as if she had a walnut lodged in it.
Taisha glanced up and saw Principal Turner looking down at her again. She smiled, knowing her opportunity had arrived.
Maggie notice a tiny dot of a belly button, when suddenly Taisha shifted position, propped up on her elbows, still lying on her back. Her eyes appeared to be looking right at Maggie and her smile was readily apparent. Her left leg slid to the side and she placed her foot on the floor, spreading her legs. She shifted weight to her left elbow and raised her right knee, revealing a hint of bright pink between her spread labia.
As Taisha's right hand slid down her belly and between her spread legs, Maggie felt a wave of warm wetness flood her naked pussy. Taisha moved her hand up and down her exposed crotch and held up the same middle finger she had used on Maggie earlier. Then she returned it to her spread labia, closed her eyes and rolled her head back. Her hips gyrated as her hand moved up and down.
Maggie felt the urge to get Sam's binoculars so she could see her up close. Her heart pounded and breathing intensified as the walnut in her throat seemed to grow.
Taisha peeked through her semi closed eyes to make sure that Ms. Turner was still watching, feeling it would not be long until she made herself cum
From above, Maggie imagined being in the room with her, watching up close, smelling her perfume and hearing her moans as she fingered herself. In the back of her mind, a voice screamed, "Maggie! Stop and get a grip on yourself. You need to put a stop to this now!" But at that very moment, Taisha's hips thrust high and gyrated wildly, drowning out the voice of reason.
Taisha's hand was a blur as Maggie watched her masturbate for her. Maggie's pussy throbbed in response.
Taisha's orgasm approached rapidly, knowing the object of so many fantasies was watching. She whispered to herself over and over, "I'm cumming for you Ms. Turner. I'm cumming for you. I'm cu, cumming for... Yooooouuuuuuu!" Her body shook as she came hard, then collapsed onto the bed. Next, she took her wet finger and brought it to her mouth...
Maggie nearly jumped out of her skin when Sam's voice shattered the silence. "How's it going, Maggie!"
She quickly closed the blind, turned toward the door, and yelled, "Fine, be down in a minute."
He was walking down the hall. "I just closed a $750K Super Coach. We're signing Saturday afternoon and we need to go out Saturday to celebrate."
Sam stood in the door wearing a T-shirt and jeans. In contrast, Maggie was wearing only her robe, hiding her screaming hot pussy. She was flustered and horny. The first thought was jumping on him and riding him like a race horse. But it occurred to her, it would be awfully suspicious that she was instantly soaking wet.
She was never a real fan of sucking cock but did it for him a couple times a year because he loved it. So, she decided to reward him with a blow job, then keep him hard and ride him as long as he could take it. If she didn't make him cum first, he wouldn't last long. And she had a deep, deep itch that needed scratching.
"You're incredible, Sam. I am so proud." She walked over and kissed him hard. "I think a special reward is called for, don't you?"
"Absolutely." He smiled.
Maggie pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room. The phone dinged with a text, but she continued kissing him as she undid his belt and zipper. Then she shoved his chest hard, pushing him back onto the bed. In no time, she gripped his pants and underwear and pulled them off. When he tried to sit up, she shoved him back down.
"Huh-uh. It's your night, honey. I'll drive." Laying halfway on the bed between his legs, she gripped his stiffening cock and spread her legs out behind her. She sucked his semi hard cock into her mouth and began to bob up and down, holding his base and balls in her hand.
"Oh Maggie, wow. Best commission ever." His head rolled back.
Maggie needed him in her fast. She sucked, licked and bobbed like she never had before.
Sam was shocked by her behavior, but, loved it and felt a powerful orgasm building. His cock reached full hardness in record time as Maggie devoured him like a porn star. He knew she did not like to swallow so he made sure to give her warning.
"Oh yes! Oh, I'm gonna cum, ah!" he grunted.
Maggie sensed his pending climax before his warning, from the taste of his pre-cum that coated her tongue. Tonight, she would swallow because she needed to keep him hard.
Sam sensed her sucking even harder and was unsure what to do. He could not hold off any longer. He watched his wife take him to the hilt and out to the tip, never breaking contact, eyes closed and totally focused on sucking his cock.
"Oh Maggie, I'm cumming!" he grunted, trying to push her head off. But she slapped his hand away and nodded her head as she worked his length in and out.
Ready to blow, his cock pulse as he unloaded a series of rapid-fire shots of hot cum in her mouth. She swallowed the thick metallic tasting cream as fast as she could. Sam thrust his hips in the air with his mouth wide open and grunted with each blast of cum.
In the midst of the strongest orgasm he had in a very long time, Sam arched his back, amazed at the enthusiasm with which Maggie worked his cock. Even after sucking him dry, she continued to deep throat him hungrily like she wanted more. He lay back and let her have her way.
"Oh baby, that feels good. Damn," he moaned.
When Maggie could feel him returning to full hardness, she released him from her mouth. Then she looked up at him and stood up. "Slide on up that bed and let me ride that stiff dick," she said with authority.
He gladly obeyed. He had not seen her like this in a long time and was more than happy to let her drive. There was something incredibly sexy about a woman riding your cock for her own pleasure. If it were up to him, they would do it like this every time.
He no sooner put head to pillow than she straddled him, reached behind her ass and gripped his cock. Needing her itch scratched, Maggie lowered herself onto his hard-on and began to ride his six-inch tool. Her labia gripped his pole as she pulled out to the head and dropped back down balls deep, moving faster with each cycle.
Leaning forward, she kissed him, while rocking forward and back along the length of his cock. He was reluctant when she slid her tongue firmly in his mouth with the taste of his cum still on her, but he could not deny her while she rode his cock. And if he were truly honest with himself, he did not dislike the taste.
When she sensed he might be building toward another orgasm, she slowed and sat up with both palms on his chest, arms extended. This forced him all the way in. She rolled her hips in a circular motion, grinding herself against him. He found this incredibly sexy and it slowed down his pending orgasm.
Sam felt her warm sticky juices coating his balls and pubes as she ground herself on him faster and harder. Eyes closed, she rocked and panted, working his stiff hot dick against her clit. She loved the feeling of his cock shoved into the hilt and not letting him retreat.
"Oh yes, Maggie, ride me, honey," he said, gripping her hips.
Sensing he was no longer on the verge, she picked up her pace, so she could make herself cum. She needed it badly and once she found the rhythm for hitting the sweet spot, she went all out. Sitting straight up, she hung her hands to the side and rolled her hips like a belly dancer.
Sam held on for the ride and watched in amazement as Maggie seemed to be in another world. Her eyes were closed, mouth wide open and she squealed like a teenage girl getting fucked for the first time. "Hah! Hah! Hah! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh!"
Though he loved it, Sam had never seen her even close to this out of control. He wasn't sure what he had done to get her in this state but was happy that he did. "Oh damn, Maggie, that feels so good!"
"Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh!" she wailed, grinding faster and faster.
Her pussy sloshed as she swirled on his cock. "Oh God, make yourself cum, honey," he said, trying to encourage her, unsure what to say as this was a first. He just pushed his hot rod in the air, and she was doing it all.
Unable to hold out any longer, he unloaded inside Maggie's hungry pussy. "Oh baby, yes! Ah, yesssss!" He grunted as his balls emptied.
As her orgasm peaked, she collapsed forward on top of him with his cock still inside her, rolling slowly up and down his cock. After two orgasms, his cock softened quickly. Then she slid off and snuggled up next to him, cheek on his shoulder. The itch was definitely scratched.
Tonight, gave her a good lesson, she felt. She had fallen into the trap of feeling unappreciated and neglected by her husband, but this was a perfect example of the pot and the kettle. Look how he responded to a little attention from her. It was amazing.
One thing was for sure. After ten years of marriage they still had a pretty good sex life and Taisha had certainly provided a spark for both of them. For that she was grateful, but she would need to have a talk with her, apologize for her behavior and make sure nothing like that ever happens again.
Sam's breathing was slow and steady. Apparently contented, he dozed off quickly. Maggie quietly rolled off the bed and freshened up. When she came back to the bedroom, he had crawled under the covers and fallen sound asleep. She checked her phone and saw the message from Taisha.
"Tasted better earlier"
Maggie was confused about what that meant. Then the image of Taisha's masturbating and taking her finger to her mouth afterward played back in her mind. She recalled; Taisha had also tasted her finger after touching Maggie. The memory still felt like a dream. It felt as if she left her own body and watched from outside herself. She was powerless to stop her and unable to think about anything, but the pleasure Taisha's touch infused into her body.
Maggie thought to herself, "I was caught by surprise. Her massage felt so good and relieved so much pent-up tension, that I just let it all go... I won't let that happen again."
She slid in bed next to Sam. His warmth combined with the release of tension made Maggie quite sleepy. In no time she drifted off.
The next morning, Sam woke with Pharrell Williams' song "Happy" in his head. "Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth..." he danced into the bathroom to take a shower.
Maggie had to laugh and did something they hadn't done in a while. She followed him and they showered together. After they had washed each other, he stepped out, letting her shave and finish her personal grooming. She hated to leave him that morning, but it was an important day. She had to prepare for a City Council meeting that evening and it was going to be a late night.
When she left for work, he was doing a little dance in his tighty whities, "Because I'm happy... Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof."
She giggled, shook her head and pulled the door closed to block the view into the house. "Our neighbors will think you've lost your mind."
"They'll just think I love my wife. Clap along..." He continued to shake his booty.
"I love you too," she said as she closed the door and walked to the car.
When she arrived at work bright and early, Elisabeth Richards was there to greet her in full suck up mode. "Good morning, Ms. Turner. I am looking forward to the Council meeting tonight. Are you going to be arguing for the new tax initiative this evening?"
Maggie was pretty sure she knew the answer already and was just trying to score points with her. "Yes, I will be. It's been eight years since there have been any new education tax initiatives passed. Ten dollars a license plate is not a lot but would make a huge impact on our budget. It would easily allow for full funding of our middle school tablet program with several hundred thousand left over for classroom upgrades."
"Sounds like you are ready," she said enthusiastically. "I can't wait to hear it tonight."
Maggie found her somewhat annoying in her shallowness, but she was a high energy young lady that seemed to translate well in the classroom and her classes performed well in annual validation tests. At five feet two inches and one hundred pounds, she was a bit of a fireball. She burned hot and meant well for the most part but did not always act with couth.
"It's an easy argument, but that doesn't mean much when it comes to matters of the purse strings and politics," said Maggie, trying not to be defeatist. "We've been trying for five years."
At lunch time, Taisha saw Maggie at the teachers' lounge. "Afternoon, Principal Turner, you look more relaxed today. I hope I helped with that."
Maggie blushed as she struggled for a response. Luckily, Liz's lack of couth came in handy. "That's what preparation and confidence in your position does for you, Ms. Smith," Liz said. "Principal Turner is gonna knock em' dead tonight."
Taisha was slightly startled when Ms. Richards jumped into the conversation out of nowhere. She didn't even know she was in the room.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Ms. Richards." Maggie looked at her watch. "That reminds me, I have a little prep work before I contact Councilman Wallace this afternoon."
When Maggie left, Taisha looked at Liz resisting the urge to bite her head off. Before she could think of a response, Liz cut in. "Principal Turner has been prepping for months on the 'Tag Fee' proposal and today is the big day. What makes you think you are the reason she is not stressed for it?" She asked with a snippy tone.
Taisha again bit her lip. She thought about whether she should respond or just walk away. If she didn't fill in the blanks for Liz, she would probably fill them in herself and have things all wrong.
"I was referring to the fact that I had volunteered to act as Interim Social Studies teacher after Mr. Cheswick retires on Monday," Taisha replied with a look of impatience aimed at Ms. Richards. "She was a bit stressed about it with the short notice he gave and taking that action off her plate seemed to help."
"Wow, you really are a climber, aren't you Taisha? You just come in and bump out all the experienced subs that have been patiently waiting for an opportunity to go full time. You need to pay your dues, sweetie, before you can roll in and take a full-time position."
Taisha quickly realized that Liz was already jumping to the worst conclusion. Maggie asked her and she said yes. It was that simple. There was no short cutting on Taisha's part. And what business was it of hers, anyway, wondered Taisha.
"I know the perfect candidate for Mr. Cheswick's class, and he has paid his dues," Liz said, loud enough for a couple of the other teachers to hear.
Taisha was very frustrated and did not want to let those comments go unchallenged in front of others. "I did not solicit that job, Ms. Richards. I was talking to her on other matters and she asked since I was right there, and I accepted. It's just that simple."
"Thanks, then I'll point out her oversight. I'll make sure Principal Turner is aware of her omission of seniority protocols." She left the teachers' lounge.
The other teachers looked uncomfortable, not sure what they had just heard or if they could even believe Liz Richards. Either way, Taisha felt the seed had been planted: Taisha Smith gets special treatment.
Taisha stewed for the rest of the day, wondering if she had accidentally caused a problem for Principal Turner. She tried to get in to see her during her breaks, but she had locked herself away in the office, prepping for the council meeting.
Taisha was home by Four and had the place to herself, so she put on a red bikini and decided to have a little pool time. She was not a great swimmer anymore, but with a full-sized lap pool in the back yard, she really wanted to take advantage of the free exercise opportunity.
Not to mention, Ms. Turner told her that she gets up at 5:30AM some mornings to do laps, so this could be another chance to make a connection with her.
She struggled to make one length of the pool and had to stop to catch her breath. Her goal, she thought, was a reasonable start of four lengths. She hadn't swum in over ten years, other than a spring break in mobile, but that was nothing like lap swimming.
She finished four with a five-minute break between each lap. As she caught her breath, she was startled by Sam sitting in a lounge chair watching her. "Impressive, Miss Smith, is there anything you can't do?" he smiled.
His smile was creepy for lack of a better word. She had a sense when it came to older white men, and the pervert vibe oozed from every pore of his body.
Smiling as best she could, she thanked him, "Thanks, Mr. Turner, I had lessons at the Y when I was six and swam on the team for a year. But that was a long time ago."
She had left her towel on the lounge chair, but he was standing next to it now. She thought that he had planned that well. Between the little bitch Ms. Richards and now Sammy the handsy, she was at her limit of bullshit for the day.
She climbed out and walked with confidence to retrieve her towel. When she stood up, his eyes ogled her body like a horny teenager. At that moment, she decided she was going to torture the horny bastard every chance she got.
Sam's heart raced at the sight of Taisha in her bikini. Her full round breasts bulged out the sides of the red triangle of her string bikini. The bright red popped next to her dark skin. Her nipples were at full attention, and her areolas peeked through the wet material. Her arms were toned and smooth and her stomach smooth and flat with a round innie belly button.
As his eyes moved down, he could see a hint of her dark triangular bush through the thin wet fabric. Her legs were solid and toned and her skin shimmered in the sunlight. She moved into the space between the chairs.
Standing next to him, her legs seemed to go on forever. Her thighs were considerably bigger than Maggie's. Her ebony skin looked silky smooth. Sam almost trembled, resisting the urge to touch her. The profile of her curved back and firm round ass got his hard-on growing fast.
Taisha turned toward the pool and bent down to dry her legs, giving him a great view of her ass. He moaned audibly and cleared his throat to mask it. The material tucked into her ass crack and revealed a bit of a camel toe below. He was sure she was flirting with him but needed to be careful.
Taisha turned it up a notch and while bent over, she looked back between her legs and smiled. Sam was imagining tracing his finger down her ass crack and over the camel toe. He jerked suddenly, shocked when he caught Taisha looking at him, realizing he had been busted for staring at her most private parts.
He looked toward the house. "The reason I came out was to ask if you would like to join me for dinner. I'm making my specialty, beef stew. But I just found out Maggie will be supping with Council Chairman Wallace and some of his lackeys this evening. I hate dining alone and the recipe feeds eight."
She stood up and turned toward him. He fought to keep his eyes up but could not help looking at the bikini bottom. The dark little bush, taunted him, making him wonder how her pussy would taste.
"Can I trust you, Mr. Turner?" she grinned.
Looking up at her smiling, he lost himself again. Her lips were full and dark, contrasted against her bright white teeth. He had to close his eyes as he imagined what it would feel like to have those lips sliding over his stiff dick.
"What do you mean, Taisha?" he asked innocently. "Why would you think you can't trust me?"
"I can see the way you look at me, Mr. Turner..." She looked at the ground, feigning coyness.
He stood up, looking nervous. "I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable, it was not my intent. It's just, you're very beautiful and... I... I should just shut up now. You don't have to feel pressured for dinner. I was not trying to come on to you..." He was fidgeting and swaying, realizing he was getting himself in deeper with each second.
"It's okay, Mr. Turner, I sometimes overreact. It's just..." She looked deep in thought. "You'd be surprised how many older white men... I'm not saying you're old..." She looked at him and smiled. "We're not communicating too well, are we?"
Relieved she broke the tension, he worked to save himself. "Taisha, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. That was not my intent." He felt like he was standing way too close and was terrified she would notice his semi boner despite the fact it was now retreating. He took two large steps back as he spoke, "I understand if you don't want to... Let's just save dinner for a night when Maggie is here."
Taisha felt a great victory in the battle against the bull shit of the day but sensed a chance to take his torture a step further. "You know Sam, (She grinned on the inside using his first name.) I can't begin to repay you and your wife. I, uh, I'm sorry if I, sometimes, I am so cynical. You're not like other men, you and your wife have been so kind to me. I've grown up in an environment where, if someone was nice, they expected something in return. We are both adults and we both love your wife. We should be able to have dinner together without feeling awkward. What time should I be ready?"
"About an hour," said Sam with an apprehensive smile.
As he was getting dinner ready, his mind bounced from relief to excitement to confusion with an occasional hint of guilt. Taisha was a mystery he could not figure out. Was she flirting and acknowledging interest in him or was she letting him know she wasn't interested in another curious older white guy wondering what it would be like to tap a hot young black woman?
He knew marrying a strong-minded career woman was going to be a challenge. She had other needs and interest outside of him. That's why he occasionally had to find avenues to fulfill his own needs when he was on the road. But, never this close to home. He could not risk it. She was friends with Maggie, and it would not end well. "Decision made... Hands off," he said aloud.
Ten seconds later, the thought of touching that ebony ass consumed him. It quickly morphed into the image of fucking Taisha in that tight round ass. Two firsts in one. First black woman and first anal, he thought, oblivious to the "decision" he had made one minute earlier.
He set the places at the dining room table, his at the head and hers to the right. After opening a bottle of red wine, he filled two glasses. When she knocked at the kitchen sliding door, he nearly shot his load in his pants.
Taisha had on a pair of form fitting powder blue sports yoga pants with a white, grey and black rose flower pattern that resembled charcoal art work. It had a black four-inch-high waist band with four shimmering gold strips going around her waist. The top of the band dipped just below her dark belly button and curved up as it carried around her hips.
Her top - if you could call it a top - was a bright white form fitting low cut tank top that looked more like a sports bra than a top. It hugged her body with an elastic strip about an inch and a half wide below her breasts. It was low cut in front and pushed her full breasts together and up as if they could burst free at any minute. Sam's mouth hung hopelessly agape. He was oblivious to the fact his eyes were glued to her tits.
Taisha's smile widened when she saw how sadly he tried to act normal. She thought about throwing out the old cliché. "My eyes are up here."
He walked to the door and slid it open. "Come in, Ms. Smith," he said, trying to sound composed.
Taisha wanted to get the full effect and stepped quickly past him, with a little extra strut in her step giving him a full view of her backside.
Sam gasped at the sight. A seam ran down the middle of the yoga pant, drawing the material deep into her crack. To further highlight her beautiful butt. There were small rectangular pockets on the top half of either cheek that Sam immediately wanted to slide his hands into. The pockets seemed to have been made with a patch of the flowered material with horizontal pleats that carried across her ass to both pockets. The pleats were drawn in tighter at the center seam, further highlighting her gorgeous ass and forming a butterfly pattern.
He wanted to feel that ass so badly and let his hand follow that ass crack on down between her legs.
The top captured his gaze as well. It was higher cut between shoulder straps but had a large oval opening in the center that was crisscrossed by small rolls of the white fabric that formed a Y in the center of the oval. There was something incredibly sexy about that oval of exposed black skin.
She drew satisfaction from his silence and reveled in the thought of torturing the horny little letch. Sam wanted to kiss his way around that oval and...
"Dinner smells delicious Sa, I mean, Mr. Turner." She smiled and sat down, setting a small gift bag on the table.
Her lips were shimmering with lip gloss and he wondered how they would taste, before his eyes zeroed in on those bulging breasts. The top actually dipped below her nipple level and he could see her black silver dollar sized areola peeking through the top just below the shoulder strap. He thought he could just separate those straps about an inch and kiss her nipples stiff.
Sam swallowed hard trying not to stare but could not help it. Her breasts curved inward from the top, converging into a dark line that faded into the tip of the bright white V. He wanted to bury his face in there and feel her warmth. It was remarkable to him that her skin seemed to shimmer everywhere on her body.
"Please, call me, Sam," he said softly.
"Okay, Sam. Cheers." She downed her whole glass of wine.
"Cheers." He took a sip and she looked at him disappointedly. Then she nodded her head to encourage him to down it. He did and she leaned forward resting on an elbow, enhancing his view as she filled the glasses. Sam downed a second glass before serving dinner and she filled him with the rest of the bottle.
"All done," she said in her school girl flirting voice.
Sam opened another and began to feel very confident in himself and the situation. By the end of dinner, they opened number three and he had no idea she was on her second glass and he was on his sixth. Taisha kept her glass going to her mouth frequently but just wet her lips each time.
She filled his glass again, pushed her chair back and turned to face him. This gave him a view of her exposed belly and that dark mysterious belly button that begged for his tongue. Taisha grinned at the horny bastard's helpless wandering eyes.
"I have something for you, Sam," she said, reaching into the gift bag.
He watched in anticipation as she pulled out a wood carving in mahogany of a black man in a tall pointed hat. He sat knees to his chest and hands on knees, with big eyes and a bigger smile. His face was stretched, and his cheekbones were huge, in line with the angle of his hat. He looked very phallic, causing Sam to think about bending her over the table and fucking her doggy style while she sucked it like a cock.
"Who is it?" he asked staring at her glossy lips.
"This is Eshu, God of Virility. I thought it fitting for a man who would soon be starting a family."
Sam watched as she slowly stroked the statue like she was stroking a cock. "You are being naughty, Ms. Smith."
"I am pretty obvious, aren't I. I think the wine has gotten the better of me. I apologize, but I admit I'm flattered by the attention. With my travels and now the new job, it's been a whirlwind and I haven't had time for a personal life. Of course, we both know nothing can happen, but we can enjoy the attention a little, can't we?" She handed him the statue.
"Of course, we can," said Sam, knowing it would be a matter of time. She wanted him and now that he was sure, he would find a way to break down her defenses. He held the god of virility with pride and a hard-on to prove his worthiness.
Taisha smiled inside as she handed him Eshu. He was actually the trickster god, but she knew he would never be curious enough to research the name.
"So, what would the curious white man want to know about African women? We've had some wine to loosen our tongues, this is your chance. Ask me anything and I will answer."
Sam leaned back in his chair, not sure if this was a trap or it was for real. She pulled the bands from her pony tail and let her straightened hair hang down in back, sending the signal this was real.
"Is it true black men don't like eating pussy?"
She smiled. "A bold first question, Mr. Turner. Not really a question about black women. I will answer this one though." She thought for a moment. "There is some truth to that, but many who say they don't to their friends, actually do when they are with their ladies. And black women do like it." She smiled.
Sam thought about dropping to the floor and...
"I work with a black guy who told me black women do what they are told in bed. Is that true?" he asked half cringing.
"I would answer that, absolutely not true. I would say they are more willing to do what it takes to please their man, but on their own terms."
Sam was loving this. He had never met an African American woman he could talk to like this. He was feeling more at ease and emboldened. The image of her ass in the bikini and yoga pants was planted in his mind.
"I heard black women are open to anal sex..." He stopped unsure how to finish.
Taisha smiled. "Mr. Turner, you are kinky. I can only speak for myself and a few friends who I have talked to. I would say that generally speaking they are more receptive than white women. My personal experience has been mixed. One partner understood if you want to use my ass as a pussy, you need to treat it like a pussy first. In that instance, it was... enjoyable."
He was not sure what that meant, but the realization that she would let him fuck that beautiful ass someday was all he needed. "So, what do you mean by treating it like a pussy first?"
"You white guys like to eat pussy before you fuck it, right?" Her eyes widened to emphasize the point. "Mr. Turner, you are full of surprises," she said, stroking the pervert's ego. "What else would you like to ask?"
"May I touch your hair?" he asked, knowing that was a sensitive topic from what he had heard.
"I think we should draw the line at touching. We both know if we cross that line even a little, there will be no turning back."
"I understand," he said calmly. He was willing to be very patient in his plan to wear down her defenses. "You mentioned it has been a while since you've had 'attention'. There are ways to achieve satisfaction without touching."
"What do you have in mind, Sam?"
"We could video chat."
She looked at him thinking. "Sam, that seems... over the line." We should probably call it a night, before we do something we may regret. Goodnight Mr. Turner, thank you for dinner. It was delicious."
As she walked toward the slider, he struggled for words, but could not find them. Had he misread her? Had he offended her?...
"Good Night Taisha," he said looking scared.
Taisha flashed a devious grin, turned back an blew him a kiss as she walked out.
"She wanted to!" He told himself.
Across town, Maggie sat at dinner with Councilman Wallace to celebrate a successful meeting. They had managed to get the funding plan on the ballot, which in itself was a victory, but to get any tax voted in, in the state of Arkansas was a whole new level of difficult.
Despite having butted heads with the councilman in the past, she was really impressed with his genuine concern on this matter. He truly understood the importance of the students in Little Rock keeping up with technology. They strategized the campaign and lined up Maggie for several appearances. He also wanted her to appear in some television commercials.
It was a long day, but Maggie felt wide awake when she got home at 11:30PM. She found the open bottle of wine in the fridge poured a glass and noticed the light on in the RV. She watched through the slider and contemplated having the talk with Taisha. She needed to do it soon.
As she sipped her wine, her mind replayed how she felt during the massage and how Taisha seemed to sense exactly where and how to touch her. Only one finger...
Maggie snapped herself out of it and got ready for bed. When she climbed in, Sam was sleeping like a baby and didn't stir. She thought about waking him as that itch was coming back, but she did not have the heart to disturb such a sound sleep.
Thursday morning, Taisha woke early and watched as Maggie came down for her morning laps. She had on a one-piece black speedo that contrasted with her pale skin. Maggie's family had a history of skin cancer, so she was careful not to expose herself to the sun. Her aunt Ellen died of melanoma at 37.
Taisha admired her slender toned figure as she tucked her hair under a bathing cap. Her nipples were at attention atop her 35C breasts. Her neck was long and slender as she pictured stepping in behind her and kissing it softly.
Maggie put on her goggles and dove in. Taisha poured a cup of coffee and went to a lounge chair poolside. She watched as Maggie swam, eyes drawn to her tight little butt. It swayed side to side protruding slightly form the water. When Maggie did a flip turn in front of her, she couldn't help noticing that cute butt and the image of her labia outlined through the lycra material.
She watched and downed her coffee. Maggie was such a good swimmer; it squelched the thought of joining her. She would have to get herself in better swim shape first if she ever wanted to keep up.
Maggie enjoyed her swim time. It gave her a chance to unwind and think without the outside world's clutter. This morning, her thoughts turned to Taisha. She played through "the talk" in her mind. Planning her arguments and needing to tread carefully. The bottom line, if it ever came out was Maggie would be guilty of sexual harassment by any reasonable standard. Even though she clearly wasn't the aggressor, a jury would only see she was the boss and Taisha her subordinate.
She convinced herself it wouldn't come to that. Taisha was a sensible intelligent woman and would understand it could never happen again. When she put herself at ease a bit, her mind pulled her back to that moment she could feel Taisha's breath on her neck as they came together. Maggie had never felt so powerful sexually, as that moment she felt Taisha cumming in her pants.
Her pussy tingled as she kicked her legs. She sped up, forcing those thoughts out of her head. She swam two laps at full speed and when she felt her mind cleared, she finished with two slow and steady laps.
When she stood up, she was startled to see Taisha. "Woo, scared me!" she said putting her hand to her heart. Taisha was wearing powder blue statin pajama, shorts and button down top.
Taisha stood up and stepped toward Maggie. "Sorry, it was such a beautiful morning I thought I would have my coffee outside. I didn't mean to scare you."
Maggie's heart raced as she tried to compose herself. She was dumfounded at Taisha's uncanny knack of knowing when to show up, or say something at the right moment, to leave her speechless. Her dark skin shimmered like the blue satin pajamas in the morning sunlight. She realized she was blushing but could not help herself.
"What are you thinking about, Ms. Turner?" she asked in a soft voice that sent a chill down her spine.
"I, uh..." Maggie was flustered and trying to think of the words she had just practiced. Her inner voice tried to shake her out of it. "Do it now! You need to do it now!" said the voice in her head.
She climbed out of the pool and looked at Taisha. She wanted to say they needed to talk but she suddenly felt the urge to slide her hair aside and kiss her neck. As she imagined that, she felt a wave of warmth through her pussy. Realizing she was staring at Taisha and not talking, she turned redder by the second. "I, uh, we should..."
At that moment, the slider opened, and Sam stepped through it. He had just noticed them talking and with a mixture of guilt and fear, thought he had better get out there to hear what they were talking about.
He woke with a headache from the wine and hadn't even noticed when Maggie came home last night. Based on the covers being pulled back and pillows looking used, he knew she had slept in the bed, but that was it.
"Good morning, ladies, you're up and at it early." He looked at Maggie. "I trust it went well with your meeting last night?"
"It did, the tag fee will be on the ballot and I will get to appear in a commercial or two. I'm cautiously optimistic. I think the economy is good and voters might just see the need and vote it in." Maggie continued. "I saw you made stew last night." She looked at Taisha. "What did you think?"
Both Sam and Taisha looked surprised, but Taisha played it cool. "It was delicious. I somehow managed to mooch another free meal, thank you."
"I knew you had the late dinner planned, so I asked Taisha to join me." He tried to play it calm, but to Maggie, he sounded like a little boy with his hand in the cookie jar.
Maggie noticed the empty bottles of wine in the trash in addition to the open one in the fridge. Also, the dishes in the sink made it clear there were two for dinner last night. Although the amount of wine did make her wonder, she decided to put them at ease. "I'm glad you did, Sam, I felt bad abandoning you last night. And there's a lot left over for lunch today. Isn't his stew the best, Taisha?"
"Yes ma'am, it was," said Taisha, disappointed Sam interrupted her discussion with Maggie.
"I must say, Taisha, you look much better than I feel this morning. I should have stopped with three glasses of wine. Though it did make for some interesting after-dinner conversation." When he saw the look on Taisha's face, he realized he had stepped in it. He meant for an inside joke, but he was pretty sure Taisha was afraid he was going to blurt something out about the conversation details. At the same time, he now had to explain what he meant to Maggie.
When Maggie noticed the expression on Taisha's face, she whipped her head to look at Sam who was clearly trying to signal Taisha with his facial expressions. Sam went full on deer in the headlight when he saw the anger building in Maggie.
It was like something out of a cartoon. Principal Turner's face seemed to turn from white to red, raising like water in a glass from her chin moving up to her forehead. Taisha had to do something quick.
"Yep, Sam had to be drunk to ask so many questions about Nigerian Gods. We must have talked for an hour on their origins and back stories," said Taisha.
"Ever since she gave you those gifts from Nigeria, I was fascinated. I had never heard anything about their culture. Last night she introduced me to Eshu, the God of Virility. I had no idea they have over 400 Gods. I should show you the carving she gave me. It's fascinating." He smiled
"I need to get ready for work. Taisha would you like to carpool this morning?" asked Maggie, walking to the house.
"I should probably drive..."
"Nonsense, I should be done at the normal time today and we can come home together too. You'll ride with me. Be ready in 35 minutes." She closed the slider behind her.
After an awkward silence, Sam asked Taisha. "Is everything okay?"
She wanted to say. "It was until you showed up," but bit her tongue. "Yeah, I better get ready too."
Sam stood there stunned. "What a dumbass you are, Sammy Boy," he said to himself. He opted to lay low until Maggie left. He waited in the kitchen until her heard her coming down the steps and immediately walked up.
He tried to give Maggie a walk by peck as they passed but she kept walking. "Have a good day," he said slinking into the bedroom.
When he heard them drive off, he tossed himself on the bed and exhaled loudly. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Sam? Could you be any fucking dumber?"
Taisha sat quietly as Maggie pulled the car out of the driveway. "Sam is such a sad liar. Did something happen last night?" asked a flustered Maggie.
"Nothing I can't handle, Ms. Turner."
"So, he came on to you?" She looked at Taisha with a disgusted look.
"As you said, Ms. Turner, he is harmless. I've had my share of curious white men, but as you know my interests are... elsewhere," she said, trying to read Maggie's reaction.
"Yes, I am aware of that, and that is something we need to talk about Taisha. I think Tuesday evening caught us both by surprise. And I think we both know that behavior was wholly inappropriate by both of us." She looked at Taisha briefly then returned her eyes to the road. "I care very much for you, Ms. Smith, and you have a bright future ahead. I'm so proud you chose education as your career path. But I have to apologies if somehow my actions lead you to believe I was interested in an intimate relationship."
Taisha resisted the urge to respond, opting to just listen.
"I'm not pointing fingers and I fully admit, I had a moment of weakness and poor judgement. But I hope we are friends enough and adult enough to chalk it up to just that, a moment of poor judgment, and move on. Please tell me we can do that." Maggie looked at her seriously.
Taisha smiled. "Of course, we could do that, Ms. Turner, if that's what you really want."
Maggie breathed a sigh of relief.
"But we both know that's not what you really want. You call it a moment, Ms. Turner, but is it really just a moment? I recognized the look on your face this morning at the pool."
"You startled me..."
"Ms. Turner, please. That was a look of a young passionate woman startled by someone she was thinking about. A woman overwhelmed by the strength of that desire, and not sure she could control it if she wanted to."
"Taisha, please, I'm sorry but, that's not how it is..."
She leaned her head close to Maggie and whispered, "One finger, Ms. Turner. All that pleasure from one finger. You can honestly tell me you haven't replayed that 'moment' over and over in your head? And what about the second time? That makes it a bit more than a moment, doesn't it?"
Maggie's eyes closed briefly as Taisha's words threatened to tear down her defenses. It felt like Taisha could read her thoughts. She had replayed it over and over. Wondering what she meant by a thousand ways to pleasure her. Taisha brought her to climax twice in just minutes with just one finger.
Oh, but it wasn't just that one finger. The way she talked to her made Maggie's whole body come alive. Her pussy tingled liked a thousand tiny fingers tickling her. Taisha stirred so much passion in her and she feared the dam would burst. Deep inside, part of her wanted it too. Taisha made her want to release all her inhibitions and surrender to her lustful thoughts and feelings.
"We're passing the park, Ms. Turner. There's no one there right now. Tell me you don't want to pull over, park and let me slide my hand under your dress..."
Maggie could hardly breath, and she could feel the heat building between her legs.
"Taisha, please!" She tried to speak sternly, but her voice cracked, and Taisha could see the desperation on her face.
"For two days, I've been thinking about nothing but how it felt inside you, Ms. Turner. Imagine two fingers..." Maggie's breathing was labored, and she had a death grip on the wheel. "A thousand ways of pleasuring you, Principal Turner. Why would you not want to experience that? We can start right now, just pull over."
Maggie maintained her grip on the wheel, knowing, if she relaxed, her hands would tremble. She pictured pulling over, spreading her legs, and letting Taisha have her way. The turn in was approaching, she was warm and wet just thinking about Taisha touching her again. They could still be to school in plenty of time... But she stayed the course and drove past.
"You were thinking about it. It's only been thirty-six hours since our encounter. Imagine how much more you'll need it tomorrow, Ms. Turner. You can't keep all that hunger bottled up or it will keep growing inside of you until it overwhelms you. I can help you with that. You deserve to have that hunger satisfied, Principal Turner."
"I told you, Taisha, it can't happen again. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Principal Turner, I am very patient," said Taisha as she turned to look out the window.
When they arrived at the school, they walked in without words. Maggie turned quickly toward her office. "Have a great day, Ms. Smith, I'll see you at four, good?"
"Yes, at four," said Taisha. She hoped she was still reading her correctly. If not, the relationship may very well be ruined.
As she headed to her class room, she saw Ms. Richards waiting at Maggie's office. The sinking feeling in her gut grew. All she needed was Liz poking her little nose into things, including up Principal Turner's ass.
"Good morning, Ms. Turner, I missed you after the meeting last night. I saw you left with the Chairman. Congratulations, you gave a wonderful presentation. I just wanted to let you know I will do anything I can to help the cause. Please let me know if there is anything your need."
"Thanks, Ms. Richards, I have a meeting this Saturday with the Board of Education Committee on Finance and we will be laying out plans for the campaign. I'll know more after that. But we will need as many volunteers as we can get," said Maggie with a halfhearted smile.
"Oh yeah, you'll never guess who I ran into at the meeting last night. Manuel Espinosa. The opportunity at the Christian school did not work out and he was very excited about possibly being considered for Mr. Cheswick's slot. He taught Social Studies for four years in Conway and he's been a sub for two years here."
"Thanks, Ms. Richards, that's good to know." That was another cold slap to start the day. By all measures, he should be in line ahead of Taisha to replace Cheswick. But now it would look to Taisha like Maggie was being vindictive and taking back the carrot she had dangled.
"He's available today for an interview," added Liz.
"Great, thanks, Ms. Richards," said Maggie with a sarcastic tone.
As she entered her office, her secretary told her she had a message from Mr. Espinosa regarding the social studies teacher position. She took the message note and dialed the number. Manuel answered immediately they spoke for several minutes as she pulled up her calendar. She had no openings until 4PM, so scheduled him for then.
The morning went quickly and at noon, she looked for Taisha in the teacher's lounge. "I had an appointment come up at four, so, if you like, you can drive my car home and Sam can come get me later..."
"That's not necessary. I have some prep work I can do. I don't mind waiting for you," replied Taisha.
She thought to herself. "Great Taisha, now she's afraid to ride with you!"
It occurred to Maggie a likely scenario after her interview would be to have Manuel spend the day with Mr. Cheswick the tomorrow so he could get some time with him. It that were the case, she would have to tell Taisha the bad news tonight.
Maggie touched her forearm. "Thank you, Ms. Smith, I'll text you after the meeting is over, and we'll head out."
That put Taisha at ease, that at least Maggie wasn't avoiding her.
Until Liz "no couth" Richards popped up again. "Hi Ms. Turner, Manuel told me he has an interview with you this afternoon. He'll be a perfect replacement for Mr. Cheswick." She grinned, adding a little sneer in Taisha's direction out of Maggie's line of sight.
Taisha's blood boiled at the little bitch's attitude toward her, wondering what she did to piss her off. Was she a racist or just a boot-licking little bitch? She thought it was the latter, since none of the other teachers seemed to line up to spend time with her.
"Ms. Richards, there have been no decisions made regarding that position and the list of candidates all deserve fair consideration and privacy during the process, thank you."
"Oh, sorry I was so loud there. Thanks, Ms. Turner, I know you'll pick the best person for the job and follow protocol," she said, taking a seat to read a magazine.
The rest of the day, Taisha contemplated what that would mean regarding the position. She hoped that she would still get the interim role. She had already arranged to spend time with Mr. Cheswick the next day.
Around 4:30PM, she went to the supply closet to look for some of the social studies text books to help prep for the interim spot. On the way, she walked past Liz Richards' classroom and saw her talking to a young man she didn't know.
"Congratulations, Michael, eighteen is a big milestone," she said, looking at him from across her desk.
"Tomorrow I'm officially an adult..."
Taisha kept going and they faded from earshot.
When she returned with the books the young man was walking out of her classroom backwards, looking back at Ms. Richards with a broad enthusiastic smile. "Tomorrow..." He said pointing back into her room.
Then he practically skipped down the hall and jumped and touched the ceiling with his outstretched hand. Taisha thought the boy looked like he was smitten by Ms. Richards. When she walked by the doorway, Ms. Richards, sported an equally enthusiastic smile, up until she noticed Taisha. The smile vanished quickly, replaced by the contemptuous scowl she sported whenever Taisha was near.
Taisha kept walking and returned to her desk to prepare for tomorrow. It was not until almost six that she finally got the text from Maggie.
Maggie: Sorry, it's so late but my meeting went long. Come to my office and we can talk about some new developments.
Taisha: No problem. I've been busy. See you in a few.
After Maggie sent the text, she looked at the chair at the end of the conference table, causing yet another rush of heat through her lower abdomen. She struggled throughout the day, trying to remain strong, but her mind frequently turned back to Tuesday night in that chair. Taisha's touch seemed to melt away everything else but the connection between them. That one little finger touched every cell in her body with as rush of energy that left her with a compulsive need for more.
Taisha planted the seed in her mind, that the need would grow, and she seemed to be right. The tickle between her legs was relentless. Her stomach was in a constant state of butterflies. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly pulling herself together.
She jumped when Taisha knocked, took another deep breath, and told her to come in.
When Taisha opened the door, she saw Maggie walking around her desk toward the conference table and smiled at the thought of Tuesday night.
Maggie wore a black pleated skirt that hung just past her knees with a sleeveless white button-down blouse. Her outfit seemed to accentuate her slender figure beautifully. Hoping for a repeat of Tuesday, Taisha closed the door and reached for the safety bolt lock on the door.
"Taisha, please leave the door unlocked," said Maggie calmly.
She could not risk permanently alienating Principal Turner, so close to the dream, she had to force herself to be patient. Maggie had let her hair down and brushed it out. It looked so soft and almost golden brown in the light. Taisha tried not to think about sliding it away and kissing her neck. But could not shake the image, and the thought of breathing her perfume...
Maggie sat in the chair at the head of the table. "The chair." Then she pointed at the first chair at the side of the table. "Have a seat, Ms. Smith."
Taisha noted she called her by the first name a moment ago.
"How was your day today?" asked Maggie.
She smiled. "It was... gratifying." She lay her cell phone on the table.
"Good to hear. Mine was a bit trying. I was contacted by one of our more experienced substitute teachers today with experience in High School Social Studies teaching. It was not someone I sought out, but he heard about Mr. Cheswick's retirement and wants the position. Based on his experience and qualifications..."
Taisha fumed again at Liz's handy work. "I understand, Ms. Turner, I'm the newbie and need to pay my dues. I knew the interim spot was going to be temporary at best. I assume, they will be the interim replacement until it's made official."
"Yes, that's the best scenario for the students," said Maggie. Manuel Espinosa has been trying for full time for over two years and has had over ten years teaching experience. Policy requires his seniority gives him first choice."
"I know, Principal Turner, I'm okay, trust me..."
"The good news is, he is not available until a week from Monday, so you get to fill in through next Friday." She said with a consolatory smile.
Taisha's phone rang and Sam Turner popped up on the screen. She flinched but remained calm. "He must wonder where you're at."
"I sent him a text..."
"I'll let it go to voicemail."
"No, answer it," said Maggie firmly. "Put it on speaker."
Taisha smiled. "Are you sure? You may not like what..."
"Do it!"
She pushed the button. "Hi, Sam."
"I've been thinking about this morning, are we okay?"
Taisha looked at Maggie and hit mute. "What are we doing?"
"I want him to hang himself..."
She unmuted. "We're okay. You made kind of an ass of yourself in front of your wife. Like a school boy with a crush and boner he can't hide."
"Am I on speaker?"
She took him off and picked up the phone. "Yeah, I was putting quizzes together and needed two hands. You're off now."
She held the phone away from her ear. "I'm waiting for your wife. She had a meeting that ran late. We should be home soon."
"I won't keep you, but I needed to talk to you. I had too much wine last night and I acted inappropriately. I'm sorry and when Maggie comes home, I plan on apologizing to her too. Can you forgive me?"
"Yes, Mr. Turner," she said a bit sarcastically.
"Thank you and it won't happen again. I promise."
"Good evening, Mr. Turner." She hung up and looked at Maggie. "That was sweet, he's thinking about you."
Maggie's smile surprised Taisha. "Men are so predictable. So, tell me what happened. I need to know how much to torture him."
"Well, I told you about the general curiosity white men have about black women. After a little wine and some round about questions, I told him he had free reign to ask any questions during dinner..." She told her all the details.
Maggie seemed to grasp the humor in it all, so she went all the way and told her about the phone call suggestion.
"So, you left him hangin'?"
"I told you I could handle him," Taisha said, thinking about what she had in mind if he were to continue. She was disappointed she might not get the chance to put her plan in motion. Like Maggie said, men are predictable. Sorry today usually doesn't mean they won't do the same thing tomorrow.
"I'm so sorry for all of this and promise, I'll find another job as soon as possible and give you two your lives back..."
Maggie placed a hand on Taisha's "Taisha, honey, please don't think that way." Maggie was shocked by the feeling of panic she felt at the thought of her moving.
She also quickly sensed the effect her touch had on Taisha. Their eyes locked and the look of excitement mixed with desperation and uncontrollable hunger, was obvious. She gripped Taisha's hand feeling her warmth and leaned in closer.
"We invited you to stay, remember? It was our idea and we want you to stay."
"But I let my feelings for you get the better of me and my behavior has been inexcusable..."
Maggie gripped both hands with hers and pulled her closer. "Taisha, honey, I'm a grown woman, you didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do. I'm your boss, and I'm the one who had the responsibility to..."
She caught the scent of Taisha's perfume and lost her train of thought. She watched Taisha's expression change to that of a predator stalking her prey.
"Why did you stop... Tell me what you're thinking, Principal Turner, I think I know but need you to say it."
Maggie gripped her hands tightly as she looked at Taisha's full glossy lips and felt her breath on her face. The relentless longing between her legs intensified. Her breathing was erratic, and her eyes darted from her lips to her eyes. She wanted to kiss her those lips just once to see what it would be like. But inside she knew, if she did, there would be no turning back.
"Look at me, Principal Turner." Taisha's eyes looked into Maggie's. "Do you trust me?" Her dark piercing eye held Maggie's gaze.
"Yes, I do," she whispered breathlessly. But she didn't trust herself.
Without breaking eye contact, Taisha, slid around the table and faced her. As she pulled her chair closer, Taisha nudged her knees between Maggie's getting closer still. "Tell me what you want, Principal Turner." She gripped both of Maggie's hands and held them in her lap.
Her perfume made Maggie start to tremble. "We can't..." She knew if she gave in again, she would not be able to pull herself back.
"It's okay, I understand how hard you've worked and the risks this would bring. But I promise I would never use our relationship against you no matter what happens between us. My eyes are wide open..."
Maggie was lost in those eyes and didn't comprehend anything she was hearing for a moment. She had to know what those lips felt like. Her eyes closed and she let the words out. "I want to kiss you, Taisha."
"What else do you want, Principal Turner?"
She tried to pull her hands away to embrace Taisha, but she held them in place and when she leaned in for the kiss, Taisha backed away.
"What else do you want, Principal Turner?"
Her eyes seemed to pull out her last bit of will to resist. Her pussy throbbed and needed relief. "I need you to touch me again. I need to feel you inside me, please." The dam burst, washing away Maggie's resistance.
Taisha gasped as her body erupted in a rush of heat and excitement. "Bolt the door first," she panted.
Maggie felt a tinge of delight at Taisha's excitement and stood up to get the door. A moment of reality crept in as she remembered where she was. "We shouldn't, not here..."
Even as she spoke, she hustled to the door and slammed the emergency lockdown bolt into place. Then she glanced at the blinds to confirm they were down and closed.
Taisha slid the chair away and stood up. She leaned her beautiful ass on the marble table as Maggie returned to her. Standing face to face, their eyes locked again as she gripped Maggie's shoulders and held her there. "I've wanted you so much..."
Maggie leaned in and cut her off. When their lips touched, Maggie felt it from head toe, releasing a broken trembling moan, as her worst fear came true, it was more powerful than she even imagined, there was no going back.
Taisha felt the same body rush, dwarfing any first kiss she had ever had. They embraced, kissing passionately and when her tongue slipped into Maggie's mouth, she whimpered and sucked it in.
Taisha's hands caressing her back and ass sent chills through Maggie's body. She was panting, sucking in gasps of air through her nose as her tongue probed Taisha's hungry mouth.
Having planned her attack earlier, Taisha found the draw string tie on Maggie's skirt quickly. Her fingers pulled it slowly, slid the dress over her hips, and let it drop, without breaking the kiss. The silk slip underneath it fell as easily once it cleared her hips. Maggie kicked of her pumps and then the skirt and slip.
Maggie, on the other hand, struggled to find a way through Taisha's jumpsuit's defenses. Taisha's tongue drew Maggie's focus, relentlessly probing her mouth. She loved having Taisha inside her and hugged Taisha tightly, pulling her closer as their tongues danced.
When her hands reached Maggie's silk panty covered ass, she moaned with pleasure. Maggie sighed her approval squeezing her tighter. Taisha's hands slid inside her panties, causing Maggie to whimper and thrust her tongue deeper into Taisha's mouth.
Taisha broke the kiss and whispered, "Your skin is so soft. Oooohhhh, I love touching you." She caressed Maggie's buns.
Maggie kissed her passionately as Taisha's right hand slid around her waist toward her throbbing pussy.
Taisha hummed as her fingers passed through Maggie's soft bush and continued down sliding her middle finger between her steaming pussy lips. She whispered in Maggie's ear. "Oh, there it is, I've missed this so much..."
Maggie broke the kiss, lunged her chin against her neck and shoulders and let out a whimpering moan that sent chills down Taisha's spine. She hugged Taisha so hard she struggled to breath.
"Uh huh," whimpered Maggie as she sucked in a deep breath. She moaned and gasped in time with Taisha's hand.
"Did you miss my finger, Principal Turner?" She loved the warm silky softness. She could touch her all night long and never tire of it.
"Oh, yes, I love it when you touch me."
Taisha wrapped her left hand around Maggie's waist and spun them both around turning Maggie's ass to the table. Then with remarkable speed, she gripped Maggie's panties at the hips and slid them down to just above Maggie's knees and returned her hand to its target.
Maggie tried to wiggle her panties down, but they clung to her knees, so she spread her legs as wide as her panties would permit giving Taisha better access. Taisha slid her extended finger up Maggie's slit, saddling her middle finger with her labia but not penetrating her pussy.
Maggie's hips rocked slowly in time with her movement. Taisha curled her finger, slipped it into her pussy, causing Maggie's body to jerk. Suddenly, she put her chin on Taisha's left shoulder and gripped her neck with her right arm. Maggie exhaled in a long high-pitched stuttering moan. "Ta, a, a, ish, a!"
Taisha's panties were soaked through as she took complete control over Maggie. "Oh honey, you need that bad, don't you?"
Taisha's chin also rested on Maggie's shoulder as her finger moved in and out, deeper and harder. Taisha's breathing and moans were in time with Maggie's. Maggie imagined the look of pained ecstasy on Taisha's face as if she too could feel Maggie's pleasure. Feeling Taisha's hot breath on her neck only intensified her bliss.
"Are you ready for two, Principal Turner?" sighed Taisha.
"Oh yes!" Maggie squeaked and suddenly squeezed her legs together and did a combination jump, stair-step move that dislodged her panties and let them fall to the floor.
Startled at first, Taisha marveled at how she managed to kick her panties off. Maggie spread her legs wide for her. Taisha eagerly slid a second finger into her tight little pussy. "Oh yes, Principal Turner, let me in, oh that's so hot and tight." She moved them slowly in and out and shifted to Maggie's right giving her more range of motion. "Last time we tried slow and steady. But I think you'd like fast and hard."
"Oh, aaaaahhhhhhhh!" Maggie yelled.
Taisha gripped Maggie's head and pulled her mouth against her neck. "Quiet, sweetie, scream into my neck. Oh, you need this so bad," she said calmly.
Maggie pressed her open mouth against her neck and shoulder and wailed as Taisha's fingers moved faster and faster.
"You're so sexy, Principal Turner. I've never wanted anyone so much in my life. I wanna pleasure you every day."
Maggie had never felt anything like this before. Taisha's words sent her over the edge and beyond. Her orgasm swept through her body seeming to paralyze her.
Taisha thought she might cum in her pants again, this time not even being touched. Maggie's muffled screams were long and steady and then she would suck in a quick breath and go again. Her cum flooded Taisha's hand. She'd never felt an orgasm so powerful from anyone. Principal Turner had a vice grip on her neck and shoulder and her legs were stiff and straight.
"Principal Turner likes it hard and fast..."
Maggie's head rose and her mouth was open wide, but no sound was coming out. She couldn't believe the speed of Taisha's hand. Then, a gasp and a single word. "Ga! Yes!" she grunted and dove back onto Taisha's neck.
Taisha's voice bounced as she spoke from the movement of her hand shaking her diaphragm. "Principal Turner, the dam has burst. You are cumming so hard. I have a thousand ways..."
A long-muted scream ended, and Maggie went back to her chin on the shoulder, trying not to scream with her mouth unmuffled. She exhaled hard as the orgasm began to subside. "Oh... My... Taisha." She panted hard and half collapsed onto Taisha's shoulder.
"Ms. Turner, you make me so hot and wet. I love making you feel good." Her fingers moved slowly and steadily.
In a giant exhaling voice, she answered. "Oh, Taisha, no one's ever made me..." She sucked in another breath. "... feel so good." She panted regaining her wits.
"Excellent, Principal Turner. There's only one more thing to ask of you tonight," she said seductively, as her fingers continued to move.
She hugged Taisha and kissed her neck with several gentle kisses before whispering. "Anything, Ms. Smith... anything." Then she kissed her earlobe.
"I would like to taste that hot wet pussy and feel you cum in my mouth, Principal Turner. Would you like that?" She kissed Maggie, sliding her tongue in Maggie's mouth. Maggie reciprocated and her pussy began to stir again, imagining that probing tongue in a different orifice. She nodded, sucking in Taisha's tongue.
Taisha broke the kiss, leaned back and looked her in the eyes. "Let me hear you say it, Principal Turner." She pulled her fingers out and began to rub Maggie's clit.
Maggie's whimper at a higher octave with each word, "I want, huh aaahhhhh, your tongue inside me." She couldn't believe the effect Taisha had on her body. As her finger moved on her clit, she could feel another orgasm building already. She sat her ass on the edge of the table and rolled her hips fucking Taisha's finger with her clit.
Taisha's eyes stayed fixed on Maggie's. They were the most compelling eyes she had ever seen, sexy, hungry and commanding all at once.
"Tell me where you want my tongue, Principal Turner," she commanded calmly.
"Please lick, hoah!" Her hips jerked. "M, my pussy, Taishaaaaa, aaahhhhhh!" She bit her lip trying not to scream out.
"Shit, you turn me on, Principal Turner. Are you cumming already, honey?"
She moaned.
"You are! So much desire and I want to feed it!"
Maggie's hips gyrated in tiny circles as she came again. "Yes, I'm c, c, cumming. Yes, yes, yes, ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh, yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeessssss!"
As her orgasm passed, Maggie stood up and kissed her again while Taisha gripped her ass. "I gotta taste you." Taisha slid her hands to the back of Maggie's thighs and lifted her onto the marble table. Then she gripped the back of the thighs with her thumbs facing in and shoved her legs wide pushing her fully up on the table.
The cold marble was a shock at first as Maggie sat up, leaning back on her straightened arms like the posts of a tripod. Taisha reached for the chair as she talked to Maggie.
"You have me hot, horny and soaked through my panties again. I have fantasized about you so many nights," she said as she put her knees on the chair, bent forward and lowered her head toward Maggie's glistening pussy.
Taisha looked hungrily up at Maggie's eyes and moved her head side to side, tickling her nose with Maggie's golden-brown bush.
Maggie sighed as she felt Taisha's warm breath wash over her. She watched as Taisha's tongue slowly extended, its soft pink color in contrast with her dark lips. Her mouth hung open, waiting for her warm wet tongue. She swallowed hard breathing deep; her mouth uncomfortably dry.
As Taisha pressed her tongue firmly against the bottom of Maggie's slit, Maggie closed her eyes and exhaled audibly. She licked her length and pulled her tongue back in, savoring the sweet, tangy taste. "Mmmm," she sighed licking her lips.
Maggie's pelvis instinctively rose to meet her tongue when she went in again. This time, she licked half way and waggled her tongue before continuing. Encouraged by Maggie's reaction, the seduction continued. "You liked that, Principal Turner?" She repeated the lick and waggle.
Maggie gasped, "Oh, yes."
"I love the taste your sweet pussy, Principal Turner." She did it again.
"Oh Taisha, your tongue..." She breathed heavier.
"You're so warm and soft on my tongue. I don't ever want to stop." She tongued her again.
"Hoh, Taisha." Her voice went higher and more desperate.
"I'm so glad, you trust me, Principal Turner." Another lick and waggle. "I love pleasuring you."
"Oh yes." Maggie sighed. Taisha kept her eye locked on Maggie's and she was unable to look away.
The beautiful ebony temptress reached into her so deeply on so many levels, she was powerless to resist... She no longer wanted to resist. She loved the freedom that came with completely dropping her defenses.
"I love how you let me know what you like, Principal Turner," said Taisha, as she pressed her lips against Maggie's labia and pushed her tongue inside.
"Oh that's..." She tensed as Taisha's tongue moved in and out. "...so good Taaaaaishaaaaa."
Taisha pulled out and just looked at Maggie.
"Your eyes are so beautiful, Taisha." Maggie swallowed hard, trembling, wanting that tongue back and trying to imagine a thousand ways...
"Principal Turner, I need you to cum in my mouth. You tell me when I hit the spot." Her predator eyes came back as she pressed into Maggie's steaming pussy.
Maggie brought her left foot onto the table for support and let her right hang off. As Taisha's tongue entered her, she spread herself wide offering herself to those hungry eyes.
She panted rapidly. "Oh, oh Ta... isha."
Taisha smiled while she wiggled her tongue up and down and side to side, savoring the taste as Maggie's legs trembled.
Maggie suddenly felt like her blouse was suffocating her. She wanted it gone. She wanted to be naked before Taisha, totally free and totally exposed. Then, Taisha began looping her tongue lapping her pussy in large circles without retracting it. Maggie pressed herself against the swirling tongue. "Oh my g... Taisha baby. Oohhhhhhhh."
Her juices were flooding Taisha's tongue, reinforcing her need to fulfill the fantasy she had carried all these years. Her tongue increased its speed and firmness lapping at Maggie's clit.
"Oh Taisha, right there! Ooooohhhhhhh!" Her head rolled back, and she collapsed down, leaned on her elbows and raised her pelvis. "Taiiiiiiisha, oh yes feels so... " Tying to keep quiet, she gritted her teeth and began to vibrate her pelvis up and down as quickly as it could move it. "Right there, right there, right there." She grunted at rapid fire pace.
Maggie looked down at her as her orgasm hit hard. Taisha felt such a rush of power seeing the look of complete ecstasy on Maggie's face. Again, she smiled, and her tongue sped up.
Giving a guttural growl, Maggie thumped her upper body down flat on the table, with her arms extended palms down next to her hips. She raised her ass just off the table and continued her machined gun like tiny pelvic thrusts. Taisha could feel it in her own pussy in awe of Maggie's stamina.
"Oh... right... there. Oh... right... there. Oh... right... there. Oh... right... there," she grunted in complete bliss.
Her hot cum flooded Taisha's lips and tongue as Maggie did as commanded and came in her mouth. As the orgasm subsided, Maggie began to move her pelvis up and down much more slowly, rubbing herself from clit to taint against Taisha's face from nose to chin.
Taisha's tongue stiffened but never stopped wiggling and probing, inducing another wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her body convulsed as her hips kept their slower steady rhythm. "Oh, Taisha how? Oh Ba...by Please. Oh ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, aaaaahhhhhhhhh."
Finally, she collapsed completely, her whole-body limp and spent. She stared at the ceiling, catching her breath as Taisha's tongue continue to slowly lap her up. After a moment, she picked her head up to look at Taisha. Her eyes still fixed on Maggie over her trimmed brown bush.
Taisha took a breath and said. "I don't ever wanna stop." Then she resumed licking Maggie clean.
"Ooooohhh Please don't," sighed Maggie.
They both heard the janitorial cart rolling down the hall and then stop. They waited a few seconds and then the knob to Maggie's door jiggled.
"Hey Charlie, the safety bolt's on. I'll be wrapping up and be out in few," Maggie said as calmly as she could.
Taisha jumped up like a jack in the box. They quickly grabbed Maggie's clothes and got her together. Then Taisha took her hands again, pulling her close. "Principal Turner, you are amazing, I thank you for making a fantasy pale to reality. And thank you for trusting me."
Maggie kissed her long and deep tasting her own juices. She realized how one-sided this night had been. "I really need to return the favor, will you please let me try?"
"In due time, Principal Turner. But right now, it's about me pleasuring you. We'll be more careful in the future, I promise." Taisha smiled.
"Agreed, the house is ours on Sunday, I can reciprocate then." She grinned playfully.
"I will let you know when it's time, Principal Turner, you have so much more to learn first, trust me. Now I'd better exit first and you can follow after an appropriate pause."
She gave Maggie a firm kiss with a brush of her tongue, strutted to the door and smiled back over her shoulder as she left.
Maggie pondered what exactly she meant, "So much more to learn..." She looked at the monstrously gaudy conference table she hated before this week. Now she would never want to replace it.