6 Times a Day

Chapter 408 Sex With Ms. Rhymer [Iveyflame Sponsored]

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Alan couldn't wait for Friday's school day to be over. The reason was the tennis tournament. He was so physically tired from playing too much tennis and not getting enough sleep that he felt he hardly had the energy for sexual fun anymore. He'd gone from eight climaxes on Tuesday to six on Wednesday to four on Thursday. He worried that if that pattern were to continue, he'd ruin his six-times-a-day average for sure.

However, a curious thing happened during his fourth-period history class taught by Glory Rhymer. As he watched her standing and lecturing at the front of the class, his libido kicked into gear. And the more aroused he got, the more energized he got. His tiredness faded away as he fantasized about the things he and his sexy teacher could do during lunch.

He thought, It's so hard to pay attention to what she's saying when every time she opens her mouth, I imagine my dick sliding into it! And that can happen, soon! Everyone else in this class has no fucking idea! A couple of minutes after the bell rings, I CAN find myself thrusting my boner into my foxy teacher's mouth, if that's what I want. How can I not get all excited about that?!

The timing is awesome. If she was my first-period or second-period teacher, I'd still be wiped out from mornings at home, but by fourth period I'm raring to go again! Maybe I can ride this energy surge all the way through the end of the school day.

What he didn't realize was that Glory was getting just as worked up thinking about what they could do during lunch as he was. She had an increasingly hard time maintaining her professional teacher facade when her pussy was getting seriously wet. She was careful not to look at Alan too much as she lectured, but her mind was filled with naughty thoughts about what he was going to do to her.

As soon as the class was over and the other students had left, he closed the door and turned to see Glory dropping to her knees right in front of her desk. She was in such a rush that she only managed to get her outer jacket off. "Come on, young man. No foreplay, no teasing. Just stick that big thing in my mouth. I need it!"

Grinning from ear to ear, he stood up and stepped forward. He thought back to the fantasy he'd been having during class. Man, I don't even have to ask, or even speak. It's like the most beautiful teacher in school has become my sex pet!

Glory attacked the zipper of his shorts with a real hunger. Then her lips went to town on his erection.

As they often did, they got wild right on Glory's desk, even though it was still covered with papers and books from the class they'd just finished. She was so hungry for his cock that it wasn't long before she was deep throating him.

She was so determined to impress him that she did something she'd never done before to anybody. She turned over on her desk and sucked on his erection from an upside down position. That was impressive enough, but once she got used to it, she even managed to deep throat him like that!

However, it was very difficult and taxing. She had to stop and rest for a bit. But she'd taken the edge off her erotic hunger, now that she'd been able to slurp and suck, and deep throat him several times.

He thought that once she recovered, they'd resume more oral action until she made him cum.

But, to his total surprise, she sat up, straightened out her skirt, and got off the desk. She sat back in her chair. She looked officious and fiddled with some of the papers that had managed to remain on the desk. She held a piece of paper in front of her, stared at it, and said to him in a dismissive tone, "Thank you. Come again."

Alan was confused, to say the least. His erection still hung out of his fly, and he was keen for her to resume the deep throating. "Glory, what do you mean?"

"Thank you. Come again," she repeated before rudely waving him off.

"But, Glory, you were just giving me a..."

She cut him off, smiling. "Young man, sometimes you have to know when you're being teased. I'm just yanking your chain." She giggled as she said in an aside, "Though there are some other things of yours I like to yank more." She turned to him standing right next to where she sat, and began caressing his boner with both hands.

"I don't know what it is about your cock! It's just so much fun to stroke and suck! Compared to Garth and my previous boyfriends... Well, let's not go there." She broke eye contact with slight embarrassment. "Let's just say your stamina is incredible! For any other guy, the deep throating I just did would have been the end game, but for you, it was just the warm up."

He was too modest to know what to say to that. But it made him feel proud of his growing sexual skills. He could sense his stamina was improving day by day, thanks to so many situations like this.

They both watched as she rubbed his sweet spot with one hand and stroked the rest of his shaft with her other. "I could do this all day, and using my mouth is even better. We'll get back to more deep throating, I'm sure. But it's no fun having you cum so soon during the lunch break, so I thought we could do some role-playing for a while. As we've discovered, that's one thing we both love."

"Oh. Well, that's better. But damn, you scared me, just cutting me off like that! Let's do something quick so I can get this little guy poking into you somewhere."

She chuckled with delight. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, I would! What kind of role-play do you want to do?"

"I don't know. It doesn't always have to just be me as the teacher and you as the student. Use your imagination. I don't know why, but I'm extra horny today. Maybe because I've started to accept our strange relationship. So I'll play any role you like. I'll even be extra submissive, since I know that really delights you, despite your frequent protests to the contrary. Just remember my restriction: we can't go all the way."

"Huh. Okay. Let's see. We don't really have any props or costumes except for teaching stuff. Well, you're still dressed up, and you're dressed all fancy, like a bank teller. Why don't we have you be a banker?"

"Sure. Sounds like fun. A bit unconventional, though. I'd like to see how you can turn this into something erotic. You're in complete charge here, so just tell me what to do and I'll try to play along."

"All right." He looked down at his shorts. "I guess I should zip up my fly." He pushed his unsatisfied erection back into his shorts and then walked to the door. Then he turned around and walked back into the room.

Glory still sat behind her desk, checking her clothes and making herself presentable. She'd put her jacket back on to look even more professional.

He pretended to knock on an imaginary door, since he didn't want to actually leave the room and reenter from the corridor.

She looked up with a stern expression. "Yes? Come in."

He walked closer to the desk where she again pretended to read some papers. He said deferentially, "Ah, excuse me, miss."

She stood up and shook his hand. "Hello. My name is Ms. Rhymer. How may I help you?"

"Uh, hi. My name is Alan Plummer. They say this is where I should come to apply for a $100,000 loan."

She arched a curious, delicate eyebrow at him, but nodded her understanding. Then she indicated an imaginary chair at the end of her desk. "Yes, that's right. Please, have a seat. That's a lot of money."

He pulled one of the students' desk chairs over so that it was right in front of hers, and sat in it. "I realize that. But I assure you that I'm very deserving."

"We'll see. Now do you have any proper-"

He interrupted her. "Excuse me. Sorry, but before I go any further, I'd like to know what the interest rate on that loan will be, because I've gotten a very good offer from another bank and I've almost decided to go with them. I just want to do some price comparisons first."

She managed to look surprised at that but said, "I assure you that we have the best rates in town. We charge only five percent annual interest. Not to mention, our service is second-to-none."

"Five percent? Screw that!" he scowled. He had no idea if that was a good rate or not, but for the purposes of his drama he wanted it to be bad. "The other bank had a much better offer. Sorry to waste your time. I guess I'll be going." He stood up to leave.

She jumped to her feet too, holding out a hand in supplication. "Wait! Hold on, Mr. Plummer. Don't go."

He still pretended like he was on the verge of leaving. "Do you have a better offer, Ms. Rhymer?"

"Uh, no, not per se," she conceded.

He again made to leave and walked closer to the imaginary door.

She rose halfway from her chair and exclaimed, "Wait!"

He turned back to the desk. "Look. If you can't better that offer, why should I stay?"

"We'll at least match any offer another bank makes, and as I said, we have the best service in town."

He said suggestively, "The other banker I was dealing with was friendly. She was VERY friendly. If you want me to even stay here and talk to you, you'd better take your blouse off right now."

She pretended great shock, but now she finally saw where he was headed with this. "Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly, Mr. Plummer?"

"You did," he said archly. He regarded her with a severe look of expectation.

"That's outrageous! I could call security."

"You could, but there would be no need, because I'm leaving now anyway."

"Wait. Wait!"

He turned back around and glared at her with folded arms.

"Look. I really need this account, to make my quota. ... All right, I'll do it." To her surprise, she found herself so caught up in the role that she actually blushed with genuine embarrassment. She took her red jacket off and put it on a chair.

He stood and stared as she feigned tremendous reluctance and slowly unbuttoned her white blouse next. Her shamed face and profuse blushing not only made her role that much more convincing, but also got him hard as a steel bar.

Alan sat down as she finished unbuttoning and then opening her blouse wide. He said, "As I said, the other bank had a very friendly and attractive employee, and she was very, very accommodating to my needs. Take off that bra, by the way." He leered openly at her chest as it heaved with excitement.

Glory muttered under her breath as she stripped off her bra, "That had to be Linda. Damn her."

"Oh? You know her? So you must know just how friendly she can be. Nice rack you have there, by the way. She's a regular office slut. Not only does that bank offer great rates, but the fact that she was jacking me off while she told me about them made them sound even more appealing."

"Damn that whore!" Glory complained. "She always does that. Steals all the customers with her slippery fingers. Well, look. I said we offer the best service in town here, and I mean it."

"Okay. Fine." He stood up and walked around her desk. He brought his desk chair with him and sat down on it. "Show me that you can do better."

She still acted hesitant. "Wait a second. How do I even know you're a worthy customer?"

He suddenly thought of something that greatly amused him - a cultural reference that was almost too perfect for the situation. He asked, "Do you know the Bob Dylan album, 'Bringing It All Back Home?'"

"Yeah. What's that have to do with this?"

"Do you recall the line: 'They asked me for some collateral...'?"

Glory finished the lyric: "'And I pulled down my pants'. From 'Bob Dylan's 115th Dream,' I do believe. Very amusing, Mr. Plummer."

He thought so and laughed out loud.

Glory couldn't help but laugh with him.

They both shared a love of classic rock, especially from the 1960s, so it was no surprise to him that she'd recognized the lyric. In fact, over the past couple of years, she'd introduced him to many of the artists and albums he now listened to. Sharing music was one big way they had become friends.

But then she reverted back to her role. "All right, sir, that's all well and good, but I'm afraid that here at First Prudential Bank a five-inch penis is not sufficient collateral for such a big loan."

"Who said anything about five inches? Take a look at this." He unzipped his shorts and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, and commanded, "Touch it."

She hesitantly reached out, barely touching the tip of his thick, eight-inch tool. She acted amazed and a little frightened. She didn't have to act that much since she did find its size and thickness impressive.

He griped, "What are you waiting for? Grab it. Jack me off. Or I'll go back to the other bank and have Linda do it again. And more!"

She grasped it more firmly and then started to stroke it. Her heart thumped with exhilaration. Within seconds, she had a good rhythm going. God dammit! What is this young man doing to me?! I'm having too much fun. There is something about his cock that makes it great fun to play with. Maybe knowing how delicious his cum tastes is a big part of it? I've never been so keen to get a man to cum!

She spoke as she stared at her sliding fingers on his hot pole. "I have to admit, Mr. Plummer, this is a more sizable asset than I expected. We just might be able to do business together after all." She salivated and licked her lips.

Alan was beside himself with delight to have her hands back on him after the unexpected earlier interruption. "Oh, we'll be doing business, all right. Take off your skirt and undies and let me see your pussy. But don't stop stroking for even one second. From now on, if I choose your bank, or even if I don't, I expect you to jack me off at all times from the instant you see me."

"Yes, sir. Remember, Mr. Plummer, we do promise the best service around, even though a lot of people refer to us as 'First Prude.' Some of the other banks have sluttier reputations, but I can assure you, we're a bank that puts out! So I suppose it's only right that I service you." She stood up and pulled off the rest of her clothes, but she couldn't take her open blouse the rest of the way off since he had told her to keep one hand on his erection.

When she went to sit back down, she found that Alan was in her chair. "Sit back down," he barked. "Sit on my lap."

"Yes, Mr. Plummer." She sat down on his thighs, but facing him so she could continue to pump his tool.

He said in a different tone of voice, "Time out from the fantasy, Glory. At this point, I'd imagine he'd go on to demand that she submit to a good fucking. In the story, my character is very demanding."

"I noticed that. I'm all for realistic acting, young man, but I'm not going to go that far just for our role-play! No way, no how."

"Dang it!" Her blouse had accidentally closed over her chest, so he opened it wide again and gently caressed her breasts.

Then he switched to rolling her nipples between his fingers.

That got her panting and heaving. She was starting to feel a strong need to cum already. "You're dangerous, young man. Very dangerous! Your technique is getting too good, too fast!"

She looked down and saw his cock actually resting up against her bush. She bit her lip as her pussy tingled with need. "You're tempting me. Okay, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll let you dry hump me. We'll pretend we're fucking, for story purposes, but keep that damn overactive thing out of my hole! And I'll only allow it just this once, because even with good intentions accidents can happen, and often do. Is that completely clear?"

"Completely! Okay." He knew that when Glory said "just this once," unfortunately she was much more likely to stick to that than was his mother. He resolved to be good and enjoy the dry hump to its fullest.

He resumed his character's role. He fondled her tits more aggressively. "Ms. Rhymer, you talk about service. But is your bank willing to go all the way for the customer?"

"Oh yes. We will back you up to the hilt."

"That's good to hear, because you're going to get filled to the hilt!" He grabbed her and pulled her towards him. She cried out as his cock slid right underneath her pussy lips and kept on going. The warmth of her body around his cock both aroused and frustrated him. As his cock slipped into the cleavage of her ass cheeks, it barely grazed her pussy lips. He could feel her wetness coat the top of his shaft.

She shouted, "Mr. Plummer! You're fucking me!"

"No, you fuck me. I want you to do all the work while I just sit back and enjoy your squeezing vaginal muscles. You know that the customer is always right."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir!" Glory grabbed his shoulder with one hand and the chair with the other and slid her pussy back and forth over his stiff pole. His cock and balls were forced down onto the wooden surface of the chair by the weight of her body. Glory was already wet as a water slide. She slid her bottom back and forth over the entire length of his erection, repeatedly dragging her pussy lips along it from the tip to the base, stopping only when she reached the tuft of pubic hair above his cock.

It would have been really easy for Alan to reach down with a hand, or simply flex his hips at the right moment, and push his hot pole into her slit. But he just wasn't the kind of person to do that, especially since she'd explicitly made it clear that such activity was off limits. He actually wasn't that frustrated, since the frustration of not being able to fuck older women had become par for the course for him.

As he humped, he tried to maintain a conversation. "So, Ms. Rhymer, do you fuck all your customers?"

"No, just the younger, more handsome, aggressive, and better hung ones." She took her blouse off, as her body kept heating up.

"So, does that make you the office slut around here?"

"No, we're all sluts here. That's how they pick us. You should see the job interview. A virile man like you, you can take your pick of any employee. Even the owner of this bank, Suzanne Pestridge. She's very sexy and quite an excellent fuck, from what I hear. She's slept her way up the ladder, starting as just a simple teller slut. We're all promoted mostly based on our fucking skills. I think you really need to fuck her to see just how great this bank is."

Glory cleverly knew the mention of fucking Suzanne would excite him even further. She assumed that Suzanne was the one who was "helping" him at home. She winked knowingly when she mentioned Suzanne's name. In real life Glory wasn't interested in a threesome, but this was a fantasy, and besides, there was something about Suzanne that made her feel sexy. Everyone knew that Suzanne dropped jaws and even caused loud gasps whenever she came to any school function.

"Excellent suggestion," he replied as calmly as he could, though his voice had become very ragged. "Next time I come in here, I want a naked meeting with you and this Suzanne; both of you lubed up and ready to go. I'm gonna fuck her just like I'm fucking you right now. I'm gonna fuck you both at once!"

"Yes, sir!"

While the fantasy excited him, the dry hump excited him far more intensely. In fact, it was so exciting that he ejaculated well before he normally would have. Glory had only slid back and forth over him a handful of times when he shot his first slug of cum between her ass cheeks. By the time he said "I'm losing it!" he'd already started to spurt.

"Oh shit!" Glory shrieked as she realized that his delicious cum was being wasted needlessly. With lightning speed she jumped off him and dropped to the floor so she could catch and swallow as much cum as she could get. Her athletic skills came in handy, because she made the difficult transition and got her mouth over his cockhead in time to get most of his ropes.

He mentally kicked himself for ejaculating prematurely.

But she took it in good stride. She knew that her boyfriend Garth wouldn't even have lasted through the first minute of her deep throating, much less all that came after that. She came up from his lap, and said, "Looks like you're a very eager customer, Mr. Plummer."

"I was a little too eager. Get back down there and clean me off."

"Yes, sir." She dropped to her knees and started licking his now flaccid cock.

She thought, Uh-oh. I think I'm enjoying this role-play a little too much. I thought Alan was sexy and tempting already, but when he gets more aggressive like this, he's even harder to resist! Garth would never treat me like this. It's so humiliating having to clean his cock with my tongue. But I'm actually getting off on it. Look at me, I'm playing with my pussy again. I'm Alan's teacher. This is so wrong! Maybe that's what makes it so thrilling.

She concentrated more on his balls, since she figured he'd get more physical pleasure out of that, now that he was down for the count. She'd been close to cumming herself, and she was still on the edge. So she played with her clit a bit, which allowed her to enjoy a small orgasm. She didn't show any outward signs though, so Alan didn't even realize it had happened.

She thought, Wow! I came while merely licking his balls. True, it was what happened before that got me so close, but still, that's pretty remarkable. Somehow, being naked... She stopped, realizing she still had the blouse partially on. So she pulled it the rest of the way off and set it on a nearby seat. Phew. That's better! Like I was saying, somehow, being naked and kneeling between my student's legs is a big turn-on, in and of itself. If anyone were to see me like this... Jesus! Scary. I'm so bad, and it's so GOOD!

As she held his balls in her hands and licked each one, she asked, "So will you be using our services here at First Prude?"

"Oh yes, I will be using your services. Frequently. I'll be making many deposits here, if you catch my drift."

She pretended to sigh. "I do. I suppose now that you know I'm a slut for big cocks, you're going to use me at will."

"Yes. That's right. But the question is, will I choose your bank for the loan?"

"We're happy to have your deposits any time, Mr. Plummer. They're so creamy and tasty, and you're such a good fucker." She thought, God, that's so true! He hasn't even fucked me yet, but I just know he's gonna be the best I've ever had! Wait. "Yet?" I can't think like that!

She continued to lap at his testicles. "But don't tell me you're going to go with Linda's bank for the loan! I can't stand that bitch." Glory was confusing borrowing and depositing money, but it didn't really matter for purposes of their fantasy.

He ran his hands through the curly blonde hair on the top of her head. "I'm not sure, to be completely honest. I've already banged women at three banks, but there's still a pair of cute redheads at First Mutual down the road I want to try out. Not to mention the buxom blonde over at Wells Fargo. I'm saving her for last."

"That would be Debbie," Glory growled. "She fucks all the customers. Damn." She squeezed his balls excitedly and swallowed half his penis in her efforts to clean him and get him back up, but he couldn't recover so quickly, and she didn't have any further effect on it.

So, after another minute or so, she pulled his penis back out of her mouth and belatedly added, "Whatever bank you pick, Mr. Plummer, we appreciate your patronage. And remember our open door - and open legs - policy." She looked up from her place at his crotch and winked.

While she continued to lick him clean, he stepped out of his role, and concluded, "That was really fun, Glory. A great reward. But I'm bummed out. I didn't get a chance to enjoy more of your deep throating. Remember you said we'd get back to that? And it's not like you let me dry hump you every day. I blew far too soon."