God was punishing him. That was the only explanation for what was happening right now. Miguel knew that he shouldn't have been messing around with strangers when he had a little girl to take care of and take up his day, but he thought it would be harmless. He thought that he could blow off some steam and be a good dad, and it would never come back to bite him in the ass.
But apparently, that was too much to ask. Because right now, Miguel was staring at the faces of the two gorgeous twenty somethings that took him home last night as a very well taken care of and very overwhelmed third… at Gabi’s school.
As Gabi's teachers.
¡Joder!
“Mr. O'Hara, so nice to see you! Gabi's told me a lot about her papa, it's great to put a face to the name,” said the grinning young woman in front of him, name tag reading “Ms. Stacy”. “I was just chatting with our art teacher, Mr. Morales over here.”
“Gabi's loving the class, and she's creative as heck. Love having her on,” said Mr. Morales, his smile warm and pleasant. “I'd love to show you in the arts and crafts room once you're done here.”
They were so… mild. Kind, sunny, just like grade school teachers ought to be.
Like one of them hadn't been f*cking him into the mattress, slightly curved co*ck filling him perfectly and pressing against his hungriest places while the other sucked on his tit* and held her hand against his cl*t so it scraped gently but sensitively against her fingers with every thrust.
¡Mierda! He shouldn't be thinking about that in a school environment. Even when Ms. Stacy's hands smoothed down his shoulders in a way that was clearly meant to be casual to the outside observer, but made a shiver run down Miguel's spine remembering how those hands felt on him last night.
He didn't realize that he was sweating in his blazer until those same clever, slender hands began to undress him, and he flashed back to bring bracketed by two warm, perfect, affectionate bodies when he woke up, leaving early so he could make this meeting.
“Are you okay? We can get you some water.” That snapped him back to reality when he realized they stopped at his blazer, and Miles handed him a cup.
“I'm fine! Sorry. Please, uh. Continue. Gabi's told me you're her, ah, favorites. That is to say, favorite teachers,” he stuttered.
This was so embarrassing, he was never like this. At work, people were afraid of him because of the patented O'Hara death glare, but all it took were two cute, smiling, unbelievably gorgeous elementary school teachers to reduce him to a stuttering, sweating mess.
“Let's sit down. There's a free classroom over here for some one on one,” Mr. Morales suggested.
Gabi had gone off to see some friends while the adults got to talking, so it would just be the three of them. Alone. Miguel wiped any untoward thoughts from his mind.
They were sat in a quiet room with some drawings hung on the walls, and Miguel sipped his drink as the two looked at him, before Ms. Stacy sighed.
“We're really sorry for making things uncomfortable for you, Miguel. I mean, Mr. O'Hara.”
“We swear we didn't know you were a parent here until we saw you come in,” said Mr. Morales.
Though in his mind, Miguel couldn't help but think of them as Gwen and Miles. When he left this morning, he had no idea if he would ever see them again. He was too flustered in a hurry to talk to them before he headed out, but it was only when he was halfway home that he realized that he wanted to see them again.
And while this was totally unplanned, it was almost like the universe giving him a bit of a lay up.
“It's fine,” he finally said, after drinking enough water to soothe his stress. “I'm… sorry I left without saying anything.”
“It's cool. You had somewhere important to be,” Miles said with an understanding smile.
“It was–” Miguel began, scratching his head. “I… it was nice. You two were… I guess a school isn't the right place to talk about this. We're supposed to be talking about Gabi's grades, her extra curriculars.”
“We can talk about whatever you want, Mister… um. Miguel,” Gwen said, sounding a little eager.
“And we were happy to see you too. When you came,” Miles said shyly.
They were both so sweet. It was hard to forget, even when Miguel knew a side of them that was much less sweet and much more… intense.
“We should get back on track,” Miguel sighed, and they seemed to accept it with a little reluctance, until Miguel went on, “But… I would love to see you both again. Like last night. I… it was great. If that's… on the table. I just don't want it to affect your jobs, or God forbid, Gabi in any way. I'd have to be careful about it. But you two were… it was…”
“We'd love that too,” Miles said, blushing dark and looking delighted.
“Then let's go over these grades, Mister O'Hara,” said Gwen, grinning wryly over her notes.
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The two were very good at making the world think they were sweet, innocent, cheerful elementary school teachers, and the reason for that was because it was definitely true.
But nobody knew the side of them that Miguel knew, choking on Gwen’s co*ck while getting railed from behind by Miles and his energetic pace. Unable to catch his breath as one kissed him deep, then another licked into his mouth, tasting each other fresh.
Moaning and mewling as he was f*cked by both co*cks at once, filling him like he'd never been filled before even as they made him feel safe, embraced… loved.
He couldn't stand it, he couldn't handle it. He loved it, he always wanted it. He was overwhelmed, and he'd never give this up.
If this, and awkward talks about his relationship with Gabi's teachers, was his punishment? He was happy to take it.
