Get Ready for Max! Chapter 8

 Get Ready for Max!

Chapter 8

by Noopster.

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"That will be all for today, class," Mr. Keane announced upon hearing the bell ring, "I expect you all to read chapters 9 and 10 on Henry VIII for tomorrow. You are dismissed."

The 42-year old divorced man gathered his books, "Another shit day," he said to himself as he stepped out of the classroom, heading straight for the parking lot. He wasn't specially looking forward to spending another evening by himself, drinking straight from the bottle until the ever-present pain and resentment towards his cheating ex-wife had been properly drowned. But at least being home and inebriated provided him a bit of a break from his duties as a teacher, a career he had stumbled upon after failing as a history scholar more than a decade ago. He had never liked children too much as a young man, but indifference had turned to loathing after having to deal with them almost every single day for so many years.

His old, beat-up Ford Focus waited for him at the end of the parking lot, right next to the trash containers, the only spot available that morning since he had showed up almost half and hour late for his first class, and hungover to top it off. He unlocked the dented door and heard a faint noise just as he pulled on the handle.

"Psst, psst!"

The teacher stopped and looked around for the source, looking over the silver hood he discovered a young woman with dark hair and a pair of big and dark sunglasses standing between the two black cars next to his.

"Um, hi, you're Max's teacher, right?"

"Uh, Max...?" he replied, going through the list in his head of insufferable kids he had to put up with day after terrible day.

"Max Milner," She said, stepping out of her hiding spot.

Mr. Keane swallowed hard as the stunning young brunette covered the small distance between them. She was so pretty and fresh-looking, even behind those shades it was easy to notice her soft, enticing features; she had the kind of cute and easygoing look he usually liked to jerk off to on those lonely nights in front of the computer.

"Oh, yes, him," he sputtered, doing a very poor job of hiding the fact that he was fascinated with how the wind made the thin fabric of her long but simple, gray dress with a happy face painted on the front, cling to the curves of her shapely body.

"Oh, that's great! I was worried I might have the wrong person." She was lying, having spent most of the flight to London googling Max's institute and it's teachers, Selena was pretty sure she had located the one that would be more likely to help her plan to get back in good graces with her young crush.

"I don't know a lot about his teachers but I remember him mentioning you a lot. He's always going on about how cool your class is. I think you're probably his favorite teacher." Another lie, in the brief conversations she and Max had had over text, he had mentioned Mr. Keane one time, and it was to complain about how creepy he was towards the female students.

"But anyway, I need to ask you for a favor."

Startled by the softness of her tiny hand on his forearm, he stuttered, "Uh, m m me?"

"Yes. You see, I'm Max's... aunt and, um, I came here to ask you for your permission so that he can skip school tomorrow. It's for a... umm, family... thing."

The whole thing seemed sketchy to him, to say the least, but that adorable raspy voice and american accent were so irresistible that it was hard not to forgive her for being such a terrible liar.

"A family thing, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm from America, ...obviously, and I want to surprise him. I mean, we all want to surprise him, all of his family from America. We're all here to... uh, surprise him and stuff."

"Uh-huh, well, that's very good and all, Miss..."

"Marie."

"Okay, well, I'd love to help but this is more of a matter for the principal. I'm just a history teacher after all."

"I understand, but I'm afraid the principal would want Max's parents to give him permission."

"She probably would, yes."

"And they're, uh... unavailable at the moment."

The older man had to hold back a snicker, "Is that so?" he mused, his eyes fixed on the ones painted in white on the brunette's chest.

"So I thought maybe you could help us out. After all, Max always talks about how great of a teacher you are."

The bullshit coming out of the suspicious girl's pretty mouth was laughable. He had barely interacted with Max, if she was even referring to whom he thought Max was, and it would be a safe bet to assume that the kid hated Mr. Keane just as much as he hated him and the rest of his classmates. If it had been almost anyone else he would've laughed in her face and drove out of there immediately, but her hand was still on his forearm and, if she was blatantly using her female charms to influence his decision, maybe this wouldn't be such a shit day after all.

"Yes, Max is a very good student," he lied right back, "But what you ask of me is not a small thing."

"I know, I know, but I would be sooo grateful to you if you could get it done."

"Would you now?"

"Of course!" she replied, playing with the golden pendant hanging between her tits.

"I guess I could talk to the principal..."

"Could you, please? Pleaaaaase?" she begged adorably, her hands gathered together in a praying position causing her arms to squeeze her sizable breasts together. Keane felt his blood rush to his dick with the way she was pouting and frowning, fully aware of the effect she was having on him. He guessed that this wasn't her first time using her looks to get what she wanted, 'Probably been doing that all her life,' he thought.

"But I could get in a lot of trouble if this... family thing ends up being something else."

They exchanged a knowing look and she realized he was not convinced. She'd seen that look in too many industry big wigs before not to know what was being implied. Just flirting with him was not going to get her the time alone with Max she so badly needed. It was time to make a decision.

"Please, Mr. Keane, help me out here. I came all the way to London just for this. I can compensate you for any amount you think is valid."

"Are you trying to bribe me?"

"I'm... I'm just saying if you could help me out with this I could help you."

"Is that so?"

"Yes! I could, uh... make it so that you don't have to drive this ugly car anymore!"

"Miss Marie, has anyone ever told you that you're a bad liar?"

"I'm telling you the truth! I have a lot of money if--"

"Listen, I don't know what to tell you, young lady. It's not about money, the risk is just too--"

"Mr. Keane," she said in a deeper, more enticing tone, pressing her tits against his chest, "I'm begging you." She had made up her mind. Getting some time alone with Max was the only thing that mattered to her and, if her lies and money wouldn't do the trick, surely there were other ways of persuading a sad-looking man like that.

"Please, call me Roy," he replied, testing her by grazing the outer part of her thighs with his fingertips. Selena looked around to make sure no one was watching, "If you do this for us..." She took his hands and lead them from the back of her thighs up to the underside of her tempting butt. The teacher's respiration became immediately agitated as he cupped the girl's soft ass cheeks and held them with a firm, excited grip. Right below his thumbs he could feel the thin strip of the tiny little thong she hid under her clothes.

"Hmm, yes, this... could make me reconsider."

"You like it?" she asked, pressing herself harder against him.

"Oh yes."

"So you'll get him the permit?"

"I don't know," he said, squeezing her ass even tighter and pulling her cheeks apart and back together again, "I'm still not entirely convinced it's the right thing to do...."

Frustrated, Selena rolled her eyes and brought one of his hands up to her chest. "How 'bout now?" she said, still looking out for any curious bystanders as he felt her up. The teacher groped her tits for a little while through her clothes, smiling at the realization that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Mmmn..." she suddenly moaned very softly, involuntarily letting him know that the way he was rubbing her hardening nipple was definitely working.

"You really want that permit, don't you?"

"Mmnn, I do..." she breathed, squirming in his hands as he fondled her in broad day light. A red van heading for their lane caused Mr. Keane to quickly take his hands off. "Relax, they didn't see us", he assured Selena, whose face had become as red as a tomato. Once the vehicle was far away enough he pulled her close again and took his cock out, "Now, how badly do you want it?"

Selena took a good long at the older man while she considered what she was about to do. The man groping her was bald and poorly shaven, his face wasn't really what one would call ugly, but it showed the damage of many years of sleepless nights and severe alcohol-abuse. She sighed with resignation, thinking about the countless times she'd hurt her career by refusing some creepy rich guy's propositions in exchange for a role or an award that could've legitimized her as an actress, only to end up debasing herself to a simple history teacher for his signature on a stupid piece of paper. 'Remember, it's all for Max', she said to herself, going for the pale, hairy cock that was making a small spot of darker grey against her leg. She wrapped her left hand around it, feeling the pre-cum leaking out of the tip on her palm as she began to stroke it.

"Yes... faster..." The teacher urged her. She heeded his instruction and increased the speed, her golden collar and colorful bracelet jingling with every hurried stroke. Mr. Keane was enjoying himself, making sure to grope and squeeze as much of the young girl as he could before the lucky encounter was over. He wasn't even sure if he'd be able to get the permit for her, but there was no reason to destroy her hopes just yet. "You have wonderful tits, my dear," he told her, playing with the hardened nipples now poking out from the grey.

"Mmmn..." she faintly moaned into his chest.

He lost all sense of propriety as the beautiful girl followed continued to pleasure him and reached over her back and down her ass until the tips of his fingers made contact with her warm pussy. By pure animal instinct, Selena gasped and widened her stance, allowing him to massage her cunt lips through her dress and her underwear until both garments became damp with her wetness. "Ooh..." she cooed softly into his neck, standing on her toes so he could really get most of his hand between her thighs. A school bus full of kids drove by the street and she had to drop to her knees immediately to avoid being seen. Under the tricky privacy that the two parked cars between them provided, Roy offered his manhood to her, pressing the sticky tip right against her lower lip. She recoiled immediately but a thin string of pre-cum still connected him to her lips as she protested, "Oh no, I'm not gonna blow you!"

"Then I won't get you that permit."

"Are you serious? A hand-job should be enough for a fucking school permit!"

"Not today."

The tiny little rocks digging into her knees were too uncomfortable so she got on her feet and squatted instead, resting her left hand on the car's side to keep her balance.

"You're a creep, you know that?"

"And you're a slut. Now that we know where we stand, give me what I want and I'll give you what you want."

She wrapped her other hand around his shaft again and sighed with resignation, "I'll let you finish on my face, okay? But that's it." The gorgeous singer was already stroking him hard and fast and pointing the cock at her face but Mr. Keane had had a life shitty enough to know that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

"Put it in your mouth or the deal is off."

She lowered her sunglasses, "You swear you'll get him the permit?"

"I swear it on the Queen's name."

"And one more thing."

"Wh-- what is it?" he asked with difficulty as she continued to stroke him with her beautiful and soft hand.

"I need something for his mom, so she won't ask any questions."

"A permission form? But if his parents find out I could be--"

"Do it or I walk away right now!" she insisted without missing a beat in her jerking motion.

"I'll do it. But I want your knickers after this."

"My-- ugh, fine!" she said, setting her expensive shades aside. The slutty girl's gorgeous face seemed vaguely familiar to the teacher, but when she opened her lips and allowed him into her deliciously warm mouth he immediately stopped caring about where he'd seen her before. 'Do it for Maxie', she kept repeating in her head, taking the salty and musky taste as best as she could as his prick filled her mouth. Mr. Keane's cock wasn't very long, but it was certainly girthy. Still, after having had Toshi's fat cock down her throat, servicing a smaller one wouldn't be much of a problem.

Selena started gagging as he pushed further down her mouth, sending wonderful sensations around his cock. "Uh-uh, don't look away, dear, I want you looking right into my eyes."

"Oh, yes... It's been so long..." he muttered while she devoured him. Selena flinched with disgust every time his wrinkled balls touched her chin. She sucked the tip and half of the shaft while desperately stroking the base with her right hand, hoping that combination would get him to finish sooner. Her mind started to drift while she waited for him to be done. Just a couple of days before she'd been singing for thousands of adoring fans in a sold-out arena, now she was sucking a stranger's dick in the parking lot of an upper school, It was all so surreal. She could hear the children playing and laughing in the distance as she swirled her tongue around the cock's swollen tip, a small puddle of the spit dripping from her chin forming right next to one of her sandals. Tiny birds warbled from the tree branches above her head, but their chirping was drowned by the slurping noises coming out of the singer's busy mouth. A car started honking in the distance, 'Probably someone coming to pick up their kid,' she thought, recalling her own Dad waiting outside of her middle school, always smoking a cigarette in his red pick up truck and putting it out right as she climbed in.

'Probably shouldn't be thinking about my Dad while I do this'

"Oh yes, suck it like that, Marie. Just keep sucking it like that, you're very good at this". The sounds she was making as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft turned him on over the limit. "Suck it, you little slut, work for my cum!"

Popping him out of her mouth, she complained, "Don't call me that!"

"I'll call you whatever I want, slut," he insisted, smacking her cute, chubby cheeks with the head of his spit-covered cock.

"I'm not a slut!" she argued as she continued to fellate a man old enough to be her father and who she had just met on the parking lot of a middle school in the middle of the day.

"I'm not an expert on the subject but I would say this is typical slut behavior, wouldn't you?

"I... I'm doing this for a good reason, okay?"

"I'm sure you are dear, but don't let your excuses get in the way of those pouty lips of yours."

"Ugh, this is so disgusting," She whined, wiping some of the spit hanging from her chin with the back of her free hand before swallowing the whole length of his cock once more when suddenly she felt it start to twitch on her tongue. She brushed a loose strand of shiny black hair behind her ear, rattling the big golden hoop earring she had on and readied herself for the final. The teacher pulled out of her sweet mouth and pressed the tip between her nose and cheekbone, "I'm close, I'm so close!" he exclaimed, jerking his meet with one hand while gripping her ponytail tightly with the other. She cried,"Ow!" but he kept pulling on it, keeping her head in place, grinding his prick against the softness of her cheek. Finally, she felt him quivering, made sure to seal her lips shut and braced herself.

"Aaaahhh!" The first spurt of jizz hit her right in the eye, closing it shut like hot glue. "Careful!" she complained as he continued to shower her with cum. The rest of it landed on the bridge of her nose and made its way down to her upper lips and the corners of her mouth. "Oh thank you, thank you..." Mr. Keane kept saying as he squeezed the last drops out of his still pulsating cock and smeared them on the squatting girl's pursed lips.

"Are you-- hmmph!" With no warning, he slipped back between her lips as soon as she started talking, pushing the warm goo inside her mouth with it. Visibly irritated, Selena recoiled, gathered the cum around her tongue and spat it out onto the pavement.

"Are you done now?!"

"Yes... Yes, I am," he replied triumphantly, zipping up his pants while leaning against his car, completely out of breath. Selena wiped the cum off her face with the bottom of the dress as best as she could and put her shades back on. After looking around for anyone who might have seen them she finally stood up. "So we have a deal then?"

"We do. Tomorrow morning, it will be ready," he said, finalizing it with a very business-like handshake.

"But how do I know you'll hold up your end of the deal?"

"Because, Miss Marie, if you're willing to go to such lengths just for a simple field trip form, this is probably not the last time we'll be seeing each other."

"Ugh!"

"Hey, you came up to me, remember?"

"Because-- ...like I said, it's for a good reason."

"I could not care less."

The multi-platinum singer began to walk away, her left eye still stinging and the bitter taste of cock all over her tongue as she got into her rented car when the teacher shouted something at her.

"Marie!"

"What?!"

"....aren't you forgetting something?"

"Seriously? After I-- ugh, whatever..."

After taking one more look around the parking lot, the young star bent down, reached under her skirt and pulled down her tiny black thong around her ankled. "Here," she aggressively said, handing them over with all of the loathing and disgust she was capable of demonstrating.

Mr. Keane grinned, "Mmm, wonderful," he chuckled as he examined the damp crotch. Then, he brought it up to his face to get a taste of Selena's creamy discharge.

"Yuck!" she shrilled as she got back into her car, "The things I do for love..."

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To Be Continued...