When Needs Must

The time I gave it up in exchange for my daughter getting a place at a good school.

Names have been changed for the purpose of this story.

It was a horrible experience, sat outside the meeting room, waiting to appeal the boards decision to reject my 10yr old daughter’s place at their school. I, Rebecca, was a 29yr old single mom, a dental surgery secretary. I lived in a deprived area, and had barely two pennies to rub together.

Naturally wanting the best for my daughter, Ellie, I applied to get her into one of the best schools in the city, but I didn’t live in the catchment area, so my application was swiftly declined. I thought it would be, so I practised my speech, the genuine sob story I hoped would win Ellie a place. She was such a bright little girl, deserving the best.

To help my cause, I dressed appropriately for the appeal. My long-sleeved white blouse was crisp, my black pencil skirt hugged my curves, and my thigh-high stockings, with their delicate black lace tops, were supposed to give me confidence. But as I waited, my high heels repeatedly struck the floor as I crossed and uncrossed my legs.

No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t relax. This was my last chance to get Ellie into a great school, and I couldn’t afford to mess it up. I came from a good family, but at nineteen, I dropped out of university to become a holiday rep in Ibiza. I loved it, living life to the fullest, until I got carried away one night and got myself pregnant.

The situation was tragic, and it changed the trajectory of my life forever, but once I had Ellie in my arms, I wouldn’t have changed anything for the world. Her dad was one of two guys I had a threesome with. Yes, they both ejaculated inside me that night.

Anyway, back to the appeal. I was the last person to be seen, then the door to the meeting room finally opened and I was called inside. I stood up too quickly, too eager to put my case across. Feeling light-headed, I smoothed my skirt down and took a deep breath before going in.

The room looked warm and welcoming, but the temperature felt cold. Two men, two retired headteachers, sat behind two tables pushed together. They looked to be in their early sixties, introducing themselves as Mr Thomas and Mr Phillips. Mr Thomas was tall, wiry, and bald, but smartly dressed in a suit and tie, looking professional and stoic.
Mr Phillips was equally as tall, but broad shouldered with a full head of silver hair. He was sat in shirt and trousers, his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair. He looked the more friendly of the two, but both eyed me up and down, the kind of look men give when they like what they see. I didn’t mind, especially if it would help me win them over.

I shook their hands softly, then took a seat opposite them, conscious that their eyes were following the curve of my hips, and then the swell of my breasts beneath my blouse, which was stretching the fabric slightly. The appeal began. It was my chance to shine, to try and convince them. It was time to fight with everything I had for Ellie.

“Thank you for seeing me, today,” I said respectfully, but clearly nervous. “I understand why Ellie doesn’t meet the criteria, but I truly believe she deserves a place at this school. She’s bright, hardworking, and if you just give her a chance, I promise you won’t regret it.” I straightened my back, expanding my chest, and took a deep breath, my heart racing.

Mr Thomas spoke first. “We have thoroughly reviewed your application, Miss Jones. I didn’t like his tone. It was polite but final. “But I’m afraid our decision stands.”

My heart sank. I was devastated. I’d barely said a few lines. “Please, there has to be something I can do. Ellie needs this opportunity,” I begged him.

Mr Phillips leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. Our eyes locked. “We appreciate your passion, Miss Jones, but the school is at full capacity, and you unfortunately don’t live in the catchment area. Ellie doesn’t even attend a feeder school. “We are truly sorry, but it’s a no.”

If I wasn’t so angry, I would have wept. “So, what was the point in having this appeal then, if your minds were already made up?”

“All parents have a right to an appeal,” Mr Thomas answered. “But unless you can evidence exceptional circumstances, then I’m afraid, just wanting your daughter to go to a better school will not suffice. I’m sorry.”

I threw my hands over my face and rocked back in the chair, hiding the tears of failure now welling up in my eyes. I got my hopes up for nothing. I was so upset and angry. Mr Phillips slid a box of tissues towards me, offering his deepest sympathies. At least his voice was soft and kind, I thought. I took a tissue and dabbed the corners of my eyes.

Mr Thomas shifted in his seat. “I’m sorry, Miss Jones, but unless there is anything else, then this meeting has concluded.”

“No, I’m done,” I snivelled, shaking my head in defeat. “I just need a minute before I can leave.”

“Take your time,” he said, the most heartless man I’d ever met. He buttoned his suit jacket and left the meeting room, without a single care about my daughter.

“Listen, Miss Jones,” Mr Phillips sighed, rubbing his temples as if considering something. “Can I call you Rebecca?”

“Sure,” I replied, looking like my world had just ended. It may as well have.

“If it makes you feel any better, I did contact Ellie’s school. They gave her a glowing report, but it wasn’t enough. There just isn’t enough spaces here. I wish there was.”

“You tried?” I looked him in the eye, he seemed genuine.

He stood up and came round to me, sitting on the edge of the table. “Yes, I tried. Most parents don’t appeal the decision, unless they have strong grounds to. I wish the situation was different. I can see you’re a good person, a caring mother, just trying to do the best for her child. It’s admirable.”

“I just want the best for Ellie,” I said, slowly coming to terms with the tragic decision.

“I understand,” he sympathised. “I do have connections higher up than the school. I might be able to pull a few strings, but…”

“You’d do that?” I leaned forward, absently placing a hand on his knee, feeling a surge of hope while failing to notice the change in him. “I swear Ellie will do amazing here.”

Mr Phillips glanced down at my hand, a different kind of look in his eyes now. I went to sit back and remove it, but he grabbed my hand and smiled into my eyes, the temperature inside the room felt cold again.

“If I do this, I’ll be calling on a favour from an old friend. Questions will be asked about why the decision was over turned higher up the chain. It wouldn’t be ethical, you understand?” He looked firmly at me.

“I… I think so,” I muttered, trembling.

“How much do you want Ellie to come here, to this school?” he asked, clearly with something on his mind.

“More than anything,” I told him, managing to keep my voice steady. “I want her to have the best chance, and if that means I have to do something for you in return, then I will.”

As I gulped at my words, his eyes darkened with desire. “You’re a very attractive woman, Rebecca, and I can have your appeal over turned within the hour.” He traced a finger down my cheek and over the collar of my blouse. I shivered, catching my breath as his finger followed the curve of my breast. “Are you free tonight, at seven?”

“I could be,” I quivered, feeling utterly submissive and at his mercy, aroused even.

He leaned in, putting his lips to my ear. I inhaled his scent as he inhaled mine. “I have your address on file. I could call round at seven, confirming Ellie’s place at the school,” he whispered, causing my nipples to harden, and my skin to tingle. “Would you like me to do that for you, Rebecca?”

“Yes,” I breathed, nodding my head slightly.

It was wrong and I knew it. We both knew it, but the thought of Ellie wasting her potential was unbearable. The alternative school in our catchment area was not fit to be called a school. It was a daytime asylum for troubled kids. I’d be damned if I was going to let this opportunity slip me by.

“I’ll see you at seven, and call me Roger,” he said, kissing the back of my hand.

As I drove home, I dialled my mother on hands-free. “Hey, mom!” I called out, forcing the brightness into my tone. “Can you have Ellie for the night, please?”

“Of course I can,” she replied. “How did it go today? Did she get in?”

“Um… yeah, yeah, I think so. They have a few things to check first, but it looks promising,” I said, cringing as I drove. “Can you pick Ellie up from dance for me too?”

“Yes. Are you going somewhere?” she asked, her voice nonchalant.

“Um… not really. I’m seeing Anna. Her man is being an ass again,” I lied.

“Ok, Rebecca. I’ll pick Ellie up and bring her back here for the night.”

“Thanks, mom. Tell her I’ll call her later.”

“Ok, speak soon.”

I hung up the phone and took a few deep breaths. I never lie to my mother, but needs must, and all that. I technically didn’t know what I had agreed to. I just concentrated on needing to do whatever it took to get my daughter into the best school in the city.

Being the last appeal to be heard, I arrived home at 5pm, giving me plenty of time to tidy my house and take a shower. I was a messy but clean person, never enough time to keep on top of all the chores. I made the place presentable, not wanting to be judged, then undressed for the shower.

At 6.30pm I was stood in front of my bedroom mirror, wearing the same attire as earlier. It was Roger’s final words to me before I left the meeting room. “Keep the outfit and hair, Miss Jones. I like them a lot.”

The doorbell rang at exactly 7pm. I looked myself over in the mirror one last time. My cheeks were flushed and my lips were parted slightly, glistening with fresh lipstick. I looked ready to receive the hopefully good news, knowing it came with a price I’d have to pay with old fashioned means.

When I opened the door, Roger was also wearing the same attire he wore at the appeal. His suit jacket was draped over his arms, and in his hands he held a file and a bottle of red wine. He handed me the file as I welcomed him in and closed the door.

As I rifled through the file, Roger stood in silence, his eyes skirting up and down my figure. I them saw that Ellie had been accepted and screamed with joy. Roger laughed light-heartedly, congratulating me.

“You have my word, Rebecca, you’ll get email confirmation tomorrow,” he said. “Now, let’s have a drink to celebrate.”

I led him into the kitchen, absolutely thrilled that he’d managed to get the decision over turned, but the nagging feeling that I would now have to pay began to bubble away inside. Roger stood behind me as I poured two glasses of red wine, full of trepidation.

“To Ellie,” he said, raising his glass in a toast.

“To Ellie,” I murmured, clinking glasses with him. As we sipped wine, our eyes locked.

“You truly are a beautiful woman, Rebecca,” he smiled, putting his glass down on the countertop. “How a man hasn’t snapped you up yet, is a mystery to me.” Roger brought his hands up to my chest.

“Aren’t you going to finish your wine first,” I asked, my voice shaking as he began to unbutton my blouse.

“Eventually,” he smirked, his hands moving downwards, undoing button after button. “You’re a well-endowed, lady, Rebecca,” he said huskily, pulling my blouse out of my skirt, exposing my lace bra and cleavage.

I took a sip of wine, adrenaline coursing through my veins. His hands were then on my hips pulling me closer. Before I knew it, we were kissing against the kitchen countertop. I put the glass down and embraced him, not because I wanted to, but because it was what I’d signed up to do.

As our tongues tangled, his hands roamed my body, cupping my ass over my skirt and then my large breasts over my bra. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh, hard and insistent. He caused my nipples to harden inside my bra and my pussy to ache.

“Mmm, you’re a gorgeous, young mommy, Rebecca,” Roger groaned, sliding my skirt up, exposing my matching lace panties and the tops of my stockings. “So hot and sexy.”

I released a sigh, trying to keep calm, but the situation was moving quicker than I’d anticipated. Roger slipped his hand inside my panties, touching my neatly trimmed pussy as he kissed, licked, and sucked my neck, groaning how hot and sexy I was.

I was about to suggest slowing down and moving upstairs into my bedroom, when his fingers started rubbing my clit. I gasped, gripping hold of him. Roger chuckled in triumph as I began writhe against his touch.

“You like that, Rebecca?” he grunted, sliding a finger inside my pussy.

“Oh yes,” I moaned, my hips bucking against his old hand, my body desperate for more.

Adding a second finger, he began to work me into a frenzy, his thumb rubbing my clit. It had been a while since I’d been laid, felt the warmth and touch of a man. I felt an orgasm building as Roger fingered me in the kitchen against the countertop, unashamed.

When it hit, I grabbed hold of the countertop, convulsing on his hand, crying out in ecstasy until I was breathless, panting for more. He pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth, tasting my essence as we stared at each other. God, he was dirty.

“Delicious,” he groaned. “Now, take off your blouse and bra, Rebecca.”

I did as instructed, blushing awkwardly when I dropped the garments on the floor.

“Perfect,” he breathed, placing his hands on my bare breasts, pushing them together.

The action caused my tight nipples to jut out at him. Roger smirked and swirled a tongue around one of them, and then the other, back and forth, he licked and sucked on my erect teats until they were as hard as bullets, glistening with his warm saliva.

“You have a great pair of tits, Rebecca. No doubt Ellie will follow in her mothers footsteps,” he said with a dirty smirk as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.

I couldn’t help but look down as he sagged his trousers and freed his cock. As expected, it was hard and throbbing. It was around average but thick, with dark purple veins running through the shaft, pulsing in need.

“You know what to do, Rebecca,” he said, nodding for me to get down on my knees.

I went down with my head spinning. I was about to suck an old man’s cock in my kitchen. Roger was in decent shape for a man in his early-sixties, but he was still old. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and took the engorged head in my mouth, clamping my lips around him, sucking deep.

“Oh, that’s it,” he groaned, putting a hand behind my head. “Yes, suck it like you mean it, Rebecca. There’s a good mommy.”

I worked him with enthusiasm, swirling my tongue around the head. His groans grew louder, and his hips began to thrust back and forth. In my skirt, stockings, heels, and panties, I bobbed my head in rhythm with his hips, sucking and stroking his old cock, tasting his bitter sweet and salty pre-cum.

“Oh, God!” he hissed, pulling my head back. “As much as I’d love to cum down your throat, I want to make sure I get all of you. Now, bend over the table for me,” he said.

I can’t lie, my pussy was soaking, and I was kind of glad we weren’t going up to my bedroom. With my skirt hiked around my waist, I bent myself over the kitchen table. Roger groaned, running his hand over my stocking tops and ass, before giving my cheeks a few playful slaps.

“God, you’re perfect, Rebecca. I hope you like it hard and deep.” Roger pulled my panties down and positioned his cock, then thrust into me hard, spreading my pussy lips wide with ease. “Mmm, tight too.”

“Oh fuck!” I cried out, gripping the table.

“Oh fuck, indeed,” he chuckled, gripping my hips, fucking me hard and deep as promised.

To be honest, it was just the kind of fuck my neglected pussy had been craving of late. For an old man, Roger set a punishing pace, his hanging balls slapping against my clit as he pounded me mercilessly from behind. He was relentless, in fact, pulling my head back by my hair, raising me off the table.

“Are you gonna cum for me, Rebecca?” he spat.

“Yes! Yes!” I exclaimed, right before my pussy tightened around his shaft.

As I came, my breasts bouncing out of control, Roger kept going, telling me he was going to flood my pussy with his cum. I was too busy riding the waves of my own orgasm to care. I told him to do it… and he did.

With a final thrust, he lunged into my body and fired off his load, filling my pussy and womb as his fingers dug into my hips. I felt him twitching and throbbing until he collapsed over me, forcing me down on to the table.

“That was incredible,” he breathed. “Thank you, Rebecca.” Roger stood up, his cock covered in my juices slid out of me.

“Thank you for getting my appeal overturned,” I sighed, feeling his cum running down the inside of my legs and into my panties.

“You’re welcome,” he chuckled, zipping himself away. “Apologies I can’t stay and help you finish the wine, but I must go.”

“I understand,” I murmured, pulling my panties up and my skirt down.

Roger gave me a final kiss before he left, thrusting his tongue down my throat as he grabbed a breast and squeezed. As soon as he’d gone, I took another shower and then called my mother, sharing the good news with her and Ellie. I’d done it. I’d sold my soul for my daughters future, a price worth paying, at least I though it was.