Erica's Man: Job Opening

"Hey, can I come for a look around your school? Seen there's a job going."

The text from Cally came out of nowhere. I hadn't seen her for a long time, though I occasionally messaged to see how things were going back at my old school.

She was right, there were two teaching jobs going at my school, and as headteacher, I would have the main say in who got them.

Cally would fit right in... she's a cracking teacher and the sort of person who fits my ethos for the school - she steps up to help others, always goes above and beyond for the kids, and is generally a lovely, positive and friendly person. Yes, she's also had sex with me - once alone (see Student Teacher) and as part of the group when I left my last place of work (see Leaving Do), but that genuinely wouldn't factor into whether I'd hire someone or not - believe it or not, that's outside my moral compass!

"Of course! It'd be great to have such a good teacher interested in the job! It'd be great to see you, too - It's been a while!" My reply was a combination of keeping it relatively professional and also acknowledging our friendship. It didn't need to be full professionalism... she had text, after all, rather than email the office to arrange a visit like the job advert said.

We text back and forth a couple of times and arranged for her to come visit the following Friday. Unfortunately she couldn't come during school hours but said she'd be happy for me to show her around after hours on the Friday, if I didn't mind staying before the weekend.

Now, call me optimistic... but I absolutely was up for staying a bit later to see Cally at 5 on Friday, when I would then need to be the person locking up as the caretaker finishes at 5 on a Friday, leaving me and Cally as the only people on site.

My wife, Erica, was firmly of the opinion that Cally was coming for sex, and told me to try and arrange for the three of us to meet sometime, if I got chance - she's seen pictures of Cally and watched the video of our reverse gangbang in Leaving Do, and Cally is number one on Erica's list of women I have had sex with and she wants to!

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The week came and went and I bid the staff goodbye on the Friday, a couple of them joking about my dedication, staying to show around a potential candidate instead of starting the weekend. I hadn't told anyone who she was, more than happy to accept their joking admiration at my work ethic, and not particularly thinking that sharing any further information about Cally, even that she had been my student a few years back, would be helpful to my reputation as a fair and professional leader!

5pm came around and the caretaker left for the weekend. I was busy working - there is always work to be done as a Headteacher - but was pleased to be interrupted by the bell at the school's reception.

I quickly went and opened the main door. Cally, the stunning, tall, leggy blonde who is genuinely the most classically beautiful woman I have ever met (Erica is fine with this assessment - she has met Cally since this and was blown away by how truly beautiful she is in the flesh), was stood smiling in the foyer, wearing a long beige skirt and a black strappy top with a see through black mesh top over it, along with her black ankle boots she always wore to work. Her hair was up in a pony tail and her smile lit up the room as it always had.

Being Cally's student mentor (5 years before) had been a genuine pleasure - she was a naturally fantastic teacher, listened to advice, cared for the kids... and looked amazing the whole time. I always looked forward to PE days in particular, her shape hugging gymwear enough to raise my blood flow every time.

I invited Cally in and she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she strode through the doors.

"It's so good to see you! I've not seen you since your promotion to Head... how's it going?"

I joked with Cally about the workload and stress, but assured her, truthfully, that I was loving it, and that I just needed to make sure I got the right team around me for the school to be just what I wanted.

Cally smiled and gave me some compliments about when I was her mentor and how she knew I'd be a great head, before I offered to show her round. That's when the nature of the visit became clear.

She squirmed a little, half agreeing to come and be shown around, before admitting, "I actually didn't come to look around. I wanted to see you... I'm actually moving away. I broke up with Ben and I've got a job teaching in Dubai."

"Well... that's a lot to take in. Sorry to hear about you and Ben."

"Yeah, it's a shame but honestly, we'd been living apart in different cities for so long and neither of us had any desire to move in together... think we both just decided there was no progression."

"Fair enough... still shit for you though." I commiserated, though I'd never met Ben, and Cally had been with him for years - our two occasions together, Cally had been cheating, so it made sense that they hadn't lasted. I smiled. "So, why did you really wan to come see me?"

"Honestly," Cally replied. "I was feeling lonely and horny the other night when I text and was... remembering our first time together. I knew you said you have a new office now and thought..." She shrugged, with a slight smirk.

"Well, let's go see my office then," I smiled back, hoping Cally's reminiscing was about to produce a repeat performance.

My office isn't far from the entrance, so a few seconds later we were stood in my office. Cally looked round, nodded her head and grinned at me. "Very nice. Look at you, come right up in the world haven't you!" Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed my tie, pulling me towards her. "Have you christened it yet?"

I shook my head that no, I hadn't, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, hard, pressing her body against mine as our tongues wrestled.

I slipped a hand up the back of Cally's top, trailing my fingers over her skin as we kissed.

Cally pulled back slightly from our kiss and untied my tie, leaving it hanging loose around my shoulders as she began to unbutton my shirt, pausing momentarily as I lifted her mesh top up over her head, her cleavage more on show with just the strappy top.

As she reached my last button, Cally immediately moved to unbuckle my belt and then unbutton my trousers as I unbuttoned her skirt, the pair of us kissing again now and lost in the moment, grasping at each other's clothes as we undressed each other.

Cally pulled me towards the desk, shifting the keyboard to one side as she sat on it, shuffling back so her feet were off the ground as I stood between her knees and we kissed deeply, her hands roaming my back before returning to the front of my trousers, unzipping them and pulling them down to expose my underwear, tented with my hard cock straining against the material.

Cally moaned against my mouth as she rubbed her hand up and down my cock over the material, before placing both hands on the desk to lift herself slightly as I pulled her skirt down and off, revealing black, lacy underwear, matched as I then pulled her strappy top over her head as she lifted her arms back up in the air to unveil her perfect breasts in her lacy black bra.

I dipped my head to kiss her on both breasts, spending some time exploring her breasts, neck and collarbones with my lips, before I reached around to unclasp her bra, exposing her hard little nipples, which immediately became the focus of my mouth and fingers, one teased with my tongue and lips as I played with the other with my fingers and palm of my hand.

Cally's moans had me rock hard as I sucked and licked her hard nipples, my crotch rubbing against hers as she leaned back slightly, allowing me to step forward while still teasing her teats.

Cally's hands reached down and pulled my underwear down, my cock springing out of its confinement to press against her belly as I stood tall now, allowing her to run her hand along my shaft, her eyes holding my gaze as she rubbed me, sat on my desk.

I knelt in front of her. It had been far too long since I last saw Cally's beautiful, shaven pussy, and I pulled her knickers to one side to reveal it exactly as I remembered - a perfect little cunt - small lips, plumped with arousal, tidy and with little in the way of flaps (not that I have anything against a more meaty pussy, but Cally's could be a work of art).

She moaned with anticipation as the cool air in my office met her exposed pussy, and was rewarded just a second later as I tasted her wetness, my tongue sliding up from just above her arsehole to explore the valley between her lips and soon after to find her sightly engorged clit.

Cally moaned as I wrapped my hands around her thighs and began to go down on her in earnest, licking enthusiastically at her wet pussy, teasing her clit and her hole in equal measure. After a short time, I slipped two fingers into her tight little entrance, sliding them in and out rhythmically as I focused my tongue on her clitoris, flickering over and around the senstitive nub until I felt her thighs tighten around my head, squeezing in anticipation as she approached climax. A loud, gasping moan announced Cally's orgasm and her hand pulled me hard against her mound, my tongue circling her clit gently as I drew out the climax, the beautiful blonde shuddering and moaning on my desk as her cunt contracted around my fingers.

After a short time teasing out her climax with my tongue, tasting her juices as she continued to shudder and gasp, I stood, positioning myself between her legs.

"No," Cally whispered, "I want to ride you. Lie on that table."

I looked around to the table behind me, normally used for meeting parents. I had a quick appraisal, then shrugged, grinning, and quickly shed the rest of my clothing, my shirt and tie hitting the floor as I stepped out of my trousers and underwear after quickly removing my shoes and socks, naked for the first time in my new office.

I hopped back onto the table, hoping I was correct about its sturdiness, and was able to put all my weight on it without so much as a creak.

Cally dropped down from my desk and stepped forward to where I sat on the table. She kissed me deeply, before bending at the waist to wrap her mouth around my erection. Her tongue played with the tip inside her mouth as she moved her head slowly up and down my shaft, one hand holding her hair back as the other fondled my balls. I sat back and enjoyed the view of this beautiful woman sucking my cock, able to see her pert arse in her black thong from my vantage point where she had bent over.

This position for a blow job was never designed for an extensive time, and sure enough after a couple of minutes of teasing me with her tongue and lips, Cally pushed me onto my back and, after pulling off her knickers, climbed onto the table, legs either side of mine. She moved herself forwards to straddle my waist, her glorious body upright and her wet pussy resting on my shaft.

I groaned my approval... her body matches her face in pure beauty, her C cup breasts perky, with hard little nipples and small areolas. Her torso is toned and slim without being muscular, her waist just wide enough to be supremely attractive in any culture. I genuinely think she's as close to a perfect specimen as I will ever meet in the flesh, and groaned again in ecstasy as she maneuvered my cock upright and lowered her warm, wet, tight pussy onto my length, her slick but tight walls clamping around my shaft as she took in every millimetre, lowering herself to a rest on my balls and pubic region.

Cally began to circle, rather than ride me at first, and I grasped her hips as she ground her clit against me and circled on my cock, gasping and moaning in pleasure until she climaxed hard, her cunt contracting around my shaft as her perfect body stiffened atop me and her mouth formed an 'o' shape below her tighly closed eyes.

As the orgasm subsided, Cally opened her eyes and grinned at me. "I've missed you," she chuckled, before leaning forward slightly, placing her hands on my chest as she began to lift and drop her hips, her tight pussy massaging my shaft up and down as she rode me. Her cunt had me wrapped so tightly that she essentially used herself to masturbate me for the next few minutes, my own gasps and groans unable to be held in as her pussy walls rubbed my cock up and down in a tight grip.

It didn't take her long, her beautiful body dominating my view as her cunt bounced on my cock, to bring me to the point of no return. I gasped a warning and she smiled and continued doing exactly what she was, moaning her approval as I ejaculated, firing hot, sticky spunk deep into her belly. My body convulsed as Cally continued to slide up and down my shaft, massaging every moment of the climax out of me as I shuddered in pleasure and shot into her over and over, each spurt weaker until she lifted herself off me, climbing down onto the floor. She leaned forwards again, her tongue circling my sensitive head as she squeezed my shaft upwards, pushing every last drop of cum out of me for her to lick clean.

"My fucking god." I remember my reaction clearly. It was among the most intense orgasms I've had and I lay exhausted on my table as Cally stood back up and grinned down at me as I took in her perfect body again.

"Maybe I should cancel my move and come work for you after all," she chuckled, standing unbothered by her nakedness as cum oozed out of her cunt.

"Is that a possibility?" I asked, very much seriously.

Cally laughed. "No, I do want to go. It'll be such a good experience. I dont plan on staying forever, though, and you'll be first to know when I'm ready for returning!"

I smiled. "Fair enough. Any chance of seeing you again before you leave? I assume it's august you go? Erica is dying to meet you... and you know about our marriage, right?"

"I'm straight," Cally laughed. "But I'd be happy to meet her... and if it means spending a bit more time with you before I go... let's get something arranged." She grinned and picked her knickers up off the floor and began to dress. "Besides," she continued, "as you've always said... you should always try anything once!"