Blackmail of Teacher Part 1

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Everyone at one time or the other has had fantasises/thoughts about one of their teachers. I’m no different to anyone else. I had just had my eighteenth birthday. I am studying A-Levels at college.My teacher Ms Marshall is pretty new and this is her first teaching job. She is no more than thirty years old. She is quite tall with dark red hair which is always tied up in a ponytail.She has curves in all the right places and it’s hard not to imagine things about her.The college asks all teachers to email assignments to students on a weekly basis.I was awaiting my assignment from Ms Marshall when I received an email. There was no subject like normal which I thought was strange but opened it anyway.The message on the email was a lot different to normal. No mention of anything to do with the assignment, güvenilir bahis all it said was ‘Hey Dave baby, feeling frisky. Hope you like the pics. X’What’s weird about this is that my name is Johnny. I opened the attachments and when they loaded I sat there in shock. It was Ms Marshall in a corset with her legs spread laying on a bed. There were about five or six pictures all in different poses.I laughed to myself realising she had sent these to me by mistake. I couldn’t help what I did next. I pulled my trousers down and began to jerk off to the pictures of my teacher.After a few minutes, I blew my load.  Once I cleaned up, I printed out a few copies of the pics and went to bed.The next morning I made sure I got to college early. I made my way to the classroom and Ms Marshall güvenilir bahis siteleri was already there writing on the board. She didn’t hear me enter as I just stood there watching her.When she turned around she nearly jumped out of her skin. She asked me what I was doing here so early. “Well Ms Marshall, I wanted to bring you my assignment nice and early,” I smirked. I placed a folder on her desk and waited for her to open it. Her face froze as she saw copies of the pictures she had sent me.“How did you get these,” she asked me as she closed the folder. “These were the assignment email I received.” Silence from her. “Now Miss, there are plenty more copies of these and an email ready to send to all my classmates if you don’t do what I say when I say it. Tomorrow you will come iddaa siteleri to college in the sluttiest outfit you have. If you don’t have anything slutty you will go out tonight and buy something.”She couldn’t believe what she was hearing and I couldn’t believe what I was saying. She nodded and I took the folder back as the other students started entering the class. I sat down and watched her struggle through the rest of the day.The next morning I got to class along with all the other students as we sat down in our seats. Ms Marshall hadn’t arrived yet. Had I pushed things too far I wondered and she had called in sick? Just then the door opened and in she walked wearing a long trench coat. It was warm outside so everyone looked a bit bemused.I looked down at her feet and she was wearing what must have been six-inch heels which she was struggling to walk in. I could also see bare legs.She stood behind her desk and slowly, hands shaking, removed her trench coat. As she did this there was a lot of murmuring around the room.

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