PLEASURED! Mr.Hyena goes for visiting day with Yasmine, shafts lonely English teacher from class
Before closure of schools due to COVID19, Yasmine force me to go with her for her nephew’s visitation day as a punishment for not spending the weekend at home. She was in a very bad mood, so I decided not to argue about it. While I waited for her to prepare food we were supposed to take, I took a walk around the neighborhood, which I have been ignoring of late. That is when I met Janet. She is the waitress with whom I have a shafting arrangement, such that I can shaft her anytime I want without having to go through the hustle of answering unnecessary questions or pleading for Kandahar.
“Banange Hyena, what did I do to you?” she asked , “how come you no longer visit me?” she was talking so sadly that I immediately felt sorry for her and decided to give her a quickie. “Well, now that I am here, let’s get one for the road,” I replied, leading her to her nearby muzigo. We closed the door and Janet attacked me so fiercely you would think she had been starving without me. “Take it easy. There is no need to hurry. All this is yours,” I told her. “I have missed your huge whopper so much,” she told me hoarsely. By then I was also on fire from the way she explored and surfed me.
I couldn’t take it anymore so I turned her over and shafted her seriously. The sounds she was making would have made even an impotent man salute, which is why I hit the top after only 15 minutes. El-nino was flowing freely and I realized that I had actually missed shafting her. Unfortunately, just as I was thinking about shafting her again, Yasmine called. “Come back here in five minutes or else there will be trouble,” she cautioned me before hanging up. Although I was dying to surf Janet some more, I knew it was better for me to go back home. I massaged her Kandahar one more time and promised to go back for real action later that day
“Sorry I already have plans for the night. But your whopper felt really good inside,” she whispered unnecessarily. As I hurried back home, I felt somehow uneasy about what some stupid guy would be doing with Janet instead of me. All the same, we arrived at the school about two hours later and started looking for the nephews. I swear I should have been a teacher at that school. All the female teachers looked so hot and inviting that I wasn’t quite sure where to start staring at them. Forget about those haggard, tired looking teachers who used to teach us back then. These ones looked so appetizing and fresh with their huge bums and nice bodies.
I pocketed to prevent my whopper from misbehaving unnecessarily. As we passed by some senior three class, I peeped through the window and almost had a heart attack. There was a beautiful brown teacher in a short skirt and I could almost see her Kandahar from the way she was seated. She was talking to some parents who had gone to consult her about their kid. I swear I could even smell her sweet Kandahar from where I was standing. I started salivating over the beautiful teacher and was lucky that Yasmine was walking infront of me; otherwise I would have earned myself a slap.
I knew that I wouldn’t rest until I had shafted her. We moved on but I couldn’t keep my mind off the brown teacher. Each time I imagined turning her round for doggy, my pulse would double. “What is wrong with you?” Yasmine kept on asking me, but of course I just couldn’t tell her. At around 5pm, when I knew that most parents were no longer consulting teachers, I excused myself claiming to have a headache and went back to the room where I had seen the brown teacher. “Good evening sir. How can I help you?” teacher Rhoda said with a smile. Although my whopper was pulsing with excitement, I decided to stay calm. “There is a serious problem that I really need you to help me with,” I said as I sat on the desk right opposite hers. I forged a story about how my son was seriously failing in English and asked her for her opinion.
She replied in her husky smooth voice but I don’t remember what she said because my hands were very busy surfing her under the desk “Please stop doing that. Its indiscipline and I don’t like it,” she cautioned me in a very tiny voice, her eyes closed. By now my hands were dripping with el-nino. “I am sorry, but I can’t help it. You are killing me softly,” I replied digging deeper for gold. “At least let us go behind that big cupboard,” teacher Rhoda told me. I quickly got up and closed the door and directed her to the big cupboard in the corner of the classroom.
Thankfully, we were on the second last floor where very few parents wanted to come. Without wasting time, I turned her over and shafted her doggy style. I even closed my eyes because she was as sweet as I had expected, and before long, I hit the top. Afterwards, Rhoda was gasping for breath. “I have never seen such a huge a whopper. Is it real?” she asked. “Didn’t you feel it?” I replied. We were interrupted by footsteps coming towards the class. We quickly dressed up and exchanged numbers. I intend t call her up for a night of real shafting.
Till next time, I remain Yours Truly, The Mighty Hyena.
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