Frank Levy: The voyeur teacher

School had not started yet, and there were only a few of the students around. The rest of them would be showing up the next week.

At dinner that night, Miss Ferguson noticed the way that Kristopoulos was looking at the few girls that were there. She couldn't believe it, but the big fucker was showing definite signs of getting horny again! She counted on her fingers the number of times that she had seen or felt him shoot off that very afternoon. She had to continue her count on her toes. She was pleased that he seemed to be insatiable, but she didn't want him to get the idea that he could try the same stunts that had gotten him fired from his last job. She called him back into her office after the meal.

His eyes lit up when she told him to come into her private room, but she splashed a little cold water on his ardor right away.

"No, Kris, I'm not in the mood for any more fucking right at the moment. I need to speak with you about the students before you get off on the wrong foot. I'm going to lay it right out on the line so that there will be no grounds for you to say that you didn't understand what I meant. If you cross that line, I will not only fire you, I'll make sure that you never get another job. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

"Yes, Mary Frances," Kris said and looked down at his shoes like a little boy called on the carpet in the principal's office.

"You are going to get enough pussy around her to keep fifty men satisfied, but you are going to get it only when and if and how I tell you you can. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mary Frances."

"Your first responsibility is to be ready to service me whenever I call on you. Your cock is mine to command. Now, there are plenty of girls here who will be in need of your services as well. Nice, young, teenage cunt, just the way you like it. But don't you lay a finger on a one of them until I tell you that you can. It'll be stud heaven for you, if you don't get greedy and fuck it up for yourself."

"Yes, Mary Frances."

"I'm not going to tell you how, but I have ways of knowing everything that goes on in this school. Every little thing. Don't try and pull any tricks on me if you know what's good for you."

"Yes, Mary Frances."

"If those girls get you so horny that you can't stand it any longer, you just come to Mary Frances, and she'll take the stiffness out of it for you," she smiled. "I saw the way you were looking at them at dinner. Which one did you like the best?"

"That dark-haired one, the older girl," he said eagerly.

"Valerie? I like your taste. You shall have Valerie, say next week, if you prove to me what a good boy you can be. How about that? Will that make a nice treat for the big cock?" she asked playfully.

He grabbed his crotch and massaged his hardening prong. "You're the best, Mary Frances, but she sure is a cute little piece!"

"Don't give me that crap," she said, but she was pleased at the compliment nonetheless. "You are hot after anything that's got a pussy between its legs, and you can't fool me with your flattery. Go on with you now, I know what a man likes. You like a little variety, don't you? One cunt is never enough to satisfy a man."

"Jeez! Miss Ferguson, you're the best boss a guy ever had!" He was grinning and rubbing his hand across the growing bulge in his pants.

"Come here, Kris, let me take care of that far you," she said with an answering smile. She unbuckled his belt and opened his pants as he stood in front of her. His thick cock flapped out halfway up in her hands. She admired the brown curls of cock hair around its base and the awesome thickness and length of it even when it was still limber. She curled her fingers around the head and slipped his foreskin back to show the dark ruby color of the knob as it filled and swelled with blood.

She was getting in the mood pretty rapidly, but she had some other plans for that night, so she licked her lips and slid his cock into her mouth.

She ran the tip of her tongue around the crest of his cock head and flicked it back and forth across the narrow band of skin on the underside of his shaft.

Kris moaned in delight and held her head in his hands. He was careful not to cram the whole thing down her throat and choke her with it. She was the boss, after all. He waited until she had him throbbing with barely controllable passion, then she played with his nuts with both of her hands until she felt them churning around in their hairy sac. He was ready to blow off his load, so she pushed her head forward until his cock knob was pressed against the back of her throat. She took a deep breath and then forced his fucker into her throat. God Almighty! What a feeling! It was so damned tight back there, and her swallowing muscles just ate him right up, pulling and clamping on his prong and sucking the cum right out of his balls.

She fed him down her gullet until his cock head was somewhere inside her neck. Her tongue was lashing back and forth across his cum tube, and one hand was stroking his shaft while the other was juggling his balls for him. He roared like a lion and blasted off another load of his tangy jism, feeling it rushing along the length of his dong and getting pulled right out of him by her throat. She was tugging on his balls and twisting them, trying to squeeze the last drops of his cream out of him. It hurt a little, only because it felt so fucking good!!

When he had drained the last of his fuck juice into her mouth, she pulled him out with a plop and took a breath of air. Then she licked him clean and tucked his wilted dick back into his pants for him with a pat. He stood there while she zipped him back up, snapped his pants and buckled his belt for him.

"Run along now, Kris, and remember to be good, now!" She sent him off to his room where he spent the rest of the night with his worn out dick in his hand trying to make sure that the whole day wasn't just the wildest wet dream he had ever had in his life.

That wasn't enough to satisfy Mary Frances Ferguson, though. She went from her sitting room into the office and took out the key to the secret room behind her desk. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, flicking on the light switch to reveal a small television studio. Unknown to all the others at the Ferguson School, there was a complete television system set up in every room on the campus. Miniature television cameras were concealed in the ceilings and walls all over the place.

There was a bank of monitors at the control board and a big screen in the center. Mary Frances sat down in the big swivel chair in front of the control panel and turned on the system. Since there were few people in the school as yet, most of the monitors showed empty rooms.

Mary Frances turned the dials until Kris appeared on the big screen walking down the corridor in the boys' wing of the dormitories, headed toward his room. She followed him from one camera to the next until he got to his room. She turned the dial again, and another dormitory room sprang up on the screen, this one in the girls' wing of the building. A dark-haired girl was sitting at her desk, doodling on a pad of paper in front of her. Miss Ferguson turned up the magnification and saw that the girl was drawing big, fat cocks on the paper. Her other hand was down under the desk, but Mary Frances could guess what it was doing down there.

She reached forward and pressed the switch on the intercom. "Valerie?"

The girl jumped a little as the woman's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Yes, Miss Ferguson?" she said, but she didn't pull her fingers out of her cunt. She didn't know that Miss Mary Frances could see her as well as hear what was going on.

Mary Frances smiled as she saw the girl looking at the intercom box and diddling her own hot little box at the same time. She was pleased to see the fingers speeding up their strokes. She pressed down the bar, "Valerie, would you like to come up to my room? I thought we might share a glass of sherry together before bedtime."