The Seduction Of A Student
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While most teachers, students and other school staff were enjoying the last day before classes started, I, teacher Philip Caan, was waiting in my classroom to speak with a student I had met at the end of last term. Harper Stone was a seventeen-year-old soon to be senior who, as of the end of last term, was a shy, slightly awkward girl with a lot of issues fitting in with her peers. I met with her and her parents at the end of the previous school year and promised them I would speak with Harper and help her connect better with her fellow students, starting with a little meeting the day before school to strategize on things we could work on throughout the year. However, helping Harper fit in better would likely be difficult.
Harper was a friendly girl when I met her, but she was really shy and had a hard time looking people in the face. In addition, I’m sure you know how cruel high schoolers can be when it comes to one’s personal appearance. Harper was 5 foot 3 with milky white skin, long red hair, and she tended to always keep herself covered completely, save for her hands and head. I’m not advocating that my students dress sluttily, obviously, but there’s no doubt that her shyness, her desire to dress modestly, and her lack of a noticeable ass or breasts, were more than enough for the school’s mean girls to notice and pick on her. I wasn’t sure how much I could help her out, but anything was worth a try.
I was working on a lesson plan for the first week of classes when Ms. Cooper, the head janitor who had to come in to let Harper and I into the building when no one else was here, knocked on my door.
“Hey, Phil. That student, Ms. Stone, is here, so I’m going to leave and you can close the doors behind you on the way out. They’ll lock automatically. See you tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Marnie, and thanks again for coming in to let us into the building. See you tomorrow!”
With a wave of her hand, Marnie left and I stood to accept Ms. Stone into my classroom. Little did I know Harper Stone had gone through one hell of a transformation over the summer.
“Hi, Mr. Caan!” an overly jubilant Harper said as she practically skipped into the room.
Gone were the loose-fitting shirts, baggy pants and flowing sweaters that used to make up her wardrobe. All her previous clothing had been replaced by an extremely low-cut, spaghetti strap cream-colored tank top made of almost see-thru material, and very tight blue jeans. In fact, the tank top was so low-cut at the chest that I could see nearly half of the cups of the crimson red bra she was wearing underneath the top. I had to try REALLY hard to keep myself from staring at her chest.
“Hi, Harper, thanks for coming to see me before school starts. Please, have a seat.”
Harper continued to beam as she walked past me and sat down at the desk in front of mine. The teen’s clothing style and mannerisms were not the only things that changed over the summer; Harper had also put her fiery red hair into a set of pigtail braids, started wearing makeup like blush and a light bubble gum pink lip gloss, and it looked like the comment I made earlier about her breasts and ass were now null and void. As she walked over to the desk I could she just how much her ass was straining against the fabric of her blue jeans, and while I didn’t mention it earlier, her breasts had gone from being practically non-existent to something that had to have been at least a large B or a small C.
At first, I tried to keep my composure and prevent my dick from appearing visible in my pants, but eventually I gave up and rushed behind my desk to hide the growing erection that was becoming increasingly harder every second. I moved quickly to my desk and sat down.
“Well, Harper, I see you’ve changed a bit over the summer. You certainly seem a lot happier and... outgoing since I last met with you,” I managed to awkwardly spit out.
“Yeah, SO much has changed since last year. My friend, Becky, showed me this website that has a lot of tips on things like clothing, makeup,” she giggled nervously, “boys. It’s been so helpful. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that these finally arrived.” She used a finger to circle her breasts and I had no choice but to visibly gulp and tighten my grip on the arms of my chair.
“Well, there’s a lot of other ways to connect with your fellow students than simply, uh, biology, so to speak. I am glad however that you seem a lot more confident and happy than you did when I last met with you. In fact, it almost seems like you don’t even need to meet with me anymore during the year.”
The statement wasn’t exactly true. I didn’t want Harper to think she needed to use her body and revealing clothing to fit in, but, more importantly, I really needed to get her out of here so I could bust a nut and relieve the pressure in my groin that was almost causing me physical pain.
“Actually, there is something really important that I could still use your help with.”
“Sure, whatever I can do to help make your last year as good as possible.” ‘Please let it be something quick and easy,’ I prayed. I couldn’t take looking at this hot teenage girl any longer.
Harper smiled wickedly and slowly walked over to my desk and leaned on it with both hands as she stared straight at me.
“You see, I’ve had a little experience with boys over the summer, but they’re just boys, and when I go into my senior year, and finally on to college, I want to make sure that I’m ready for all the men I meet.” She walked around the side of my desk and started to gently rub my shoulder. “I think you can teach me how to be ready, Mr. Caan.” Her hand migrated to my chest and began to rub there instead.
“Harper, this is really inappropriate. I’m twelve years older than you, and more importantly, I’m your teacher.” Predictably, this didn’t work.
“That’s just it, Mr. Caan. Not only are you so much more experienced than any of the boys I’ve been with, but you’ve been the friendliest teacher to me ever since I moved to this school. Even before we had that meeting to discuss helping me fit in, you always said hello to me in the halls, you helped tutor me in math in grade ten, and you told off those nasty popular girls when they kept harassing me. You’re the nicest teacher at this school, and I want you to teach me how to fuck better.”
Her hand moved from my chest, down my stomach to my pants. The erection that had previously been covered up by my desk was no longer a secret. In fact, not only was it no longer a secret, but Harper began slowly stroking it through my pants.
“Well, I can tell that at least your dick is interested in helping teach me something, and it’s bigger than all the boys I’ve been with too!”
I couldn’t help but feel encouraged by that, whether it was true or merely an attempt to butter me up to get me to go along with her little plan, it didn’t matter.
“For a man it’s pretty average, but when it’s teased by a really pretty girl like yourself, it gets particularly big and hard.” What was I doing? Was I actually contemplating going through with this?
“In that case, maybe I should stop teasing it and give it what it wants.”
Harper spun my chair to face her and she proceeded to undo my belt, the button on my pants, followed by the zipper, and after pulling my underwear down, she exposed my painfully erect cock to the open air.
“Average, huh? I don’t think so.”
She started slowly stroking my bare cock with one hand as she leaned in to kiss me. Her lips tasted like bubble gum thanks to the lips gloss she was wearing, and they were as soft as one could ever imagine lips would be. It was only three seconds before her tongue made its way into my mouth and began swirling around my own. It was like heaven, but it only lasted for about half a minute before Harper decided to break the kiss and up the ante.
“Let me show you something else I learned to do with my tongue over the summer.”
She stopped stroking me and knelt on the floor in front of me. Once she was in place, Harper grabbed the base of my cock with her right hand and slowly licked the underside of my shaft from the base to the tip. Because of the sensitivity of the underside of my cock, I let out an audible moan. When she finished making a full lick, she closed her eyes, moved her mouth over my cock and proceeded to slowly swallow it all the way down to the base. I moaned ever more intensely as I felt warmth engulf my cock and the tip get gently squeezed by the back of Harper’s throat. After a second to let the feeling linger, she began to move her mouth up and down me as she gently moaned around my cock.
I still had to question if this was a dream. Was the shy, reserved teen from last term actually now not only hot, but also going down on me in my classroom? Frankly, I didn’t care; whether it was real or not, the feeling was more than real enough for me.
“Yeah sweetie, that’s perfect. You’re a really promising student.” This prompted her to look up at me and smile around the dick lodged in between her lips.
Gradually Harper picked up speed and began moving her mouth up and down my shaft faster and faster until she was going full-bore on my dick. Occasionally, she deep-throated me, and due to all the spit that she generated, she would remove me from her mouth to slurp up all the saliva and pre-cum that was sliding down my cock.
“Ugh! That feels good, Harper, really good! You’re gonna fit in really well with all the boys this year.”
“Really, Mr. Caan, you think so?”
“I know so. Now get back to work, you might be graded on this,” I sarcastically jabbed.
“Yes sir!” Harper enthusiastically cheered before going back to work on my cock, this time harder and faster than before. It’s amazing what teenagers can do with a little encouragement and some firm direction.
At some point, without me noticing, Harper had undone her pants and slipped her left hand into her panties, which were the same crimson red as her bra, and began to touch herself. Speaking of her bra, it was time for it to go.
“Why don’t you stand up, honey?” I said as I began to stand and help Harper to her feet. We kissed again, me not giving a damn about how her mouth had previously been sucking my cock, I just wanted to taste and feel her luscious lips again.
“Here, let me help you with that.”
I helped Harper take her tank top off as she undid her bra and both fell to the floor. Her tits were magnificent; even in tone with the rest of her milky skin, her areolas pink and puffy like a teenager’s should be, and her nipples standing full and erect, anticipating more excitement.
“You know, I really should take a break. I wouldn’t want to drain myself before our little lesson has concluded. Besides, I believe in rewarding my students for their progress. Take off the rest of your clothing and hop on my desk.”
Harper smiled eagerly and did what I told her. Meanwhile, I removed my clothing and threw them on the floor along with Harper’s. She perched herself on top of my desk and spread her legs wide open, revealing a clean-shaven pussy, save for a small tuft of red hair just above where her pussy ended. I wasn’t fast enough, apparently, because she licked her fingers and began pleasuring herself without me. I realized I better hurry up, so I quickly knelt in front of her and started licking her pussy up and down to get it wet all over.
A gentle moan escaped Harper’s lips as I licked up and down her pussy, but when I began vigorously flicking my tongue at her clit, her moans started to get louder and louder, making me thankful that no one else was in the building today.
“Oh my GOD Mr. Caan! None of the boys I’ve been with have ever been this good at eating my pussy.”
I didn’t stop to acknowledge her praise, though, as the secret was to keep the pleasure going and drive them crazier and crazier. The ‘stop and slow down’ approach might work on men trying to keep from blowing their loads before getting to the real sex, but for women, the key was to just keep going. It was easier, at least in my experience, for a woman to cum multiple times as opposed to a man, so there was no need to keep things slow and easy when it came to eating Harper’s pussy.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Oh, fuck that feels so good!” Harper’s breath had become fast and ragged and she squirmed around so much I had to grab her hips to keep her still enough so that I could keep my tongue focused on her clit.
“Aaahhhh! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”
I could taste some of Harper’s juices escape her pussy and make it to my mouth, but I didn’t stop when she climaxed.
“Mr. Caan, I’ve come already. You can stop-, you can staaahhh, oh FUCK!”
I just kept licking and I even put two fingers in her pussy as well and started thrusting them in and out really fast.
“Oh my God, I can’t take it anymore. PLEASE!” Nope. “AAAAHHHH! I’m cumming again!” And she did just that.
After licking up some more of Harper’s sweet pussy juices, I finally withdrew my face from her crotch and looked down to see what I had done. A pool of saliva and pussy fluid had collected at the edge of my desk and began to drip down the front of it. Meanwhile, sprawled across my desk was the redheaded vixen, her head lying off the back, arms stretched out and still gripping the sides of it with her legs stretched wide open. She just laid there and fought desperately to catch her breath.
Eventually, she sat up and spoke, “Is that play of ‘My Cousin’s Back from the War’ still happening this week.”
Why would she ask such a random question after getting tongue fucked the way she had?
“Yeah.”
“And has the bedroom set been built on the auditorium stage with the bed and everything?”
“Yes, it is, but why do you ca-”
“Let’s go to the auditorium, there’s something I want to do.”
She started walking off so quickly that I had to jog momentarily to catch up with her. Neither of us even bothered to put any clothes back on.
‘What the hell is she doing?’
I caught up to Harper who had just opened the doors to the school’s auditorium and started to stride confidently up to the main stage where the set of an apartment was built for the school’s opening week play. The set contained spaces like a kitchen, a living room, and a bedroom, complete with a real bed. As she stood on the stage looking down at me, I asked her again what she was doing.
“Don’t you think it would be so cool if we fucked on the bed that they’re going to use during the school play? When we watch the play, we can think back to all the fun stuff we did on it!”
“That does sound amazing, Harper, but unless you’re hiding a condom on you somewhere, I don’t have one with me and I’m not about to risk getting you pregnant.”
She just laughed at me.
“I’m adventurous, Mr. Caan, not stupid. I’m on the pill, don’t worry!”
I think I’m falling in love with this girl.
I climbed up the stage and started kissing Harper again. The thought of doing such a forbidden thing on the school stage the day before it was going to be filled with hundreds of people was intense! We let our lips leave each other and walked over to the bed hand in hand.
“Now, let’s see how well you fuck, Ms. Stone. We’ll start with something easy.”
I laid on the bed and motioned for her to join me. The teen climbed on top of me, one knee to either side of my hips as she slowly lowered herself on my cock.
“Ohhhhhh,” she gently moaned as my cock filled her pussy. She was almost able to fit me inside of her all the way, but I could feel resistance as I reached the shrinking back of her pussy. “Ohhhhhh, no boy has ever made it all the way back. This is going to feel great.”
Harper began to slowly lift herself up and down my shaft and I helped her by moving her hips up and down. At first, she did an alright job herself, but I wanted her to go faster, so I began to gently add more force to how fast I moved her hips and how much power I put into my thrusts. This also had the added effect of causing her breasts to bounce up and down, and once in a while, I moved a hand from one of her hips to one of her breasts and squeezed them roughly.
“Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, oh fuck! Oh, fuck that feels good!” Her breaths bounced faster and faster, and as I began to more forcefully jerk my hips and press my cock into the back of her pussy, her moans and loud breaths started to be interspersed with grunts. “Ugh, ugh, ugh, so... deep... so deeeeeep, UGH!”
The speed kept building until we were going at it with all the power and passion we could muster, and the auditorium filled with the pleasurable screams and dirty language of a wild seventeen-year-old hottie getting nasty with her favorite teacher on the set of the school’s opening play.
“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” Harper belted out. Occasionally the FUCKs were replaced by the odd SHIT, or OH GOD for variety.
It was time to try a new position though, and I told Harper to get on all fours on the bed while I scooted up to her and entered her pussy from behind. There was no need to start off slow and gentle; we had already been going at it pretty hard when she was on top of me. The difference though, was that I had more control now. While Harper could move herself back and forth slightly, I was in charge of how quickly and deeply I wanted to ram my cock into her pussy, and I wasn’t holding back at all this time.
“YES! Oh God, yes, please fuck meeeeeee!”
“Good girl, you’re my favorite student, Ms. Stone.”
I grabbed both of her pigtail braids and wrapped them around my hands as I pulled her hair back. I could see a few tears trail down her cheeks, but given the begging and passionate screaming that she was doing, I was clearly hurting her in a way she found pleasurable.
“AAAAHHHHH! I’m gonna cum again!” And she did.
After a few minutes of doggy style, I decided there was enough stamina left in me for one more position, not to mention I didn’t think Harper could take much more. If I pushed her too much, she might stop this whole thing before I got the chance to cum myself.
I pulled out of her and instead of trying to direct her, given how much ecstasy she was in, I gently positioned her at the edge of the bed with myself in front of her and raised her left leg over my right shoulder and entered her again. Using my left thumb, I also vigorously rubbed her clit just above where my cock was pumping in and out of her pussy to give her even more pleasure.
I loved this position, and apparently, so did Harper, although I’m pretty sure that any position would be loved by her as long as my cock kept pounding her pussy. I guess the two of us would need to arrange for more lessons together.
“Yeah, you like our little lesson, don’t you, Ms. Stone.”
“Yes, yes I like it a lot, Mr. Caan,” she responded in a ragged, out-of-breath voice.
“Do you want to have more lessons like this?”
“Yes! Oh God please, teach me mo – teach me mo... OH FUCK TEACH ME MORE!”
Harper’s begging pushed me over the top, and with a series of loud grunts I spewed stream after stream of cum into her blazing hot pussy. I slowly slid myself in and out of her a few more times while our breathing began to return to normal. Finally, I pulled out of her all the way and some of the cum I shot into Harper’s pussy began to slowly trickle out of her. She reached down and rubbed the cum into her pussy before taking her fingers out and licking them clean.
Harper was a good girl when it came to sex indeed, but I was certain that I could teach her a few more tricks to make her even better. After using one of the washcloths from the kitchen part of set to clean up our mess as good as we could, we went back to my classroom and got dressed.
“That was pretty good, Harper, but I think there is still a LOT more I can teach you. So, I want you to come see me every Friday at the end of the day, but if you need any... help, in between Fridays, here’s my home number and address if you need to come see me.”
Her smile was so bright it could light up a dark room.
“Thanks, Mr. Caan, you’re the best teacher ever.”
She gave me a bear hug and kissed me hard again. I grabbed her ass and squeezed her cheeks with both hands. ‘Next time,’ I thought to myself.
We exited the school and I waved to her dad as Harper got into his car and they drove off. I walked to my car, got in, and started the engine. ‘I have a really good feeling about this year.’
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Masturbation“You okay?"Startled and embarrassed, Tina leapt from her chair as she slammed her laptop closed. Spinning around, her over-sized, red Jackson High Jaguars tee shirt fell into place from her waist area to just below her sex, but not before Chris glimpsed her lack of any pubes.“What the fuck are you doin’ in here!? Get out! Get the fuck out you little perv!”Standing there in just his white Jockey’s, he had caught enough sight of the porn on her laptop screen before she slammed it and noticed her...
IncestScott sat staring out the passenger window of his dad’s old beat up Ford truck. It had been five years since he had last seen his dad, so the long ride from the airport to the farm was silent. He was only there now because his mother told him that his father needed the help and it was the proper thing to do. He had been twelve when his father remarried and Scott had not seen him since a few months before that. Once the marriage went through, his Mom had kept him from seeing his father. But...
Taboo"I'm telling you Hank, that girl is a slut! She runs around like a wild animal, staying out all hours of the night, and always with different men! Older men, Hank! I swear, I think some of them are even giving her money! She's completely out of control! I just can't take it anymore!" The screeching sound of Gloria's voice was like a hot wire on my nerves, and instantly brought back unwanted memories of our past marriage. Feeling the instinctive urge to yell back rise in my throat, I pulled the...
Taboo“I just don't see how you can't bring your work with you, Greg. We haven't seen my parents in a long time and now you 're suddenly too swamped at work to come,” her nagging voice echos from the bathroom as she does her hair. Lying in bed still, drinking my coffee and trying to read the newspaper, I let her whine. She has known about this project at work for some time now, knowing how busy it has been keeping me. It isn't a sudden thing. I've pointed this out to her more than once, but she...
TabooJustin was twenty-eight when he returned to the States. After two tours with the Marines, he found adjusting to civilian life to be more difficult than he expected. Unable to find a decent, full-time job, he managed to line up some auto repair work on the side. It wasn’t much, but those old jobs did keep his bills paid. With no other option, he moved back into his parent’s home with his younger sister, Reese.He didn't really mind. Being too broke to have a girlfriend meant he wasn't ready for a...
IncestSterling smacked my ass, spun me around and pushed me against the wall. “I'm going to fuck you standing up,” he said. “Right here and now.” “You're getting married to my sister,” I said. “So I'm going to have to say no.” “I'm going to fuck you,” he said. “Sooner or later.” His lips moved toward mine and I found myself puckering up to meet them. He tasted of whiskey and apples with an overlay of cinnamon. I think the cinnamon came from the gum he was chewing. I moved my face away from his. “Do...
TabooMy name is Annie, and my husband, Bill, and I live in a bedroom community north of Orlando, Florida. We had been married for eight years at the time the main events of this story began, when I was thirty-two years old and Bill was thirty-eight. I met Bill through a friend when I was twenty-three, and he is kind, considerate, and loving, the opposite of my college boyfriend, who was emotionally abusive and uncaring.My boyfriend took advantage of my submissive personality, and used me for his...
TabooI escaped my fucked-up life into late-night erotic fantasies for years as waves crashed onto the sand beneath my balcony. I frequented my favorite site and started writing stories after becoming enamored with an author. Her stories had dirty, rough stuff I loved but also sensual and tender in a way I tried to emulate but couldn't master. I fantasized she spent hours getting aroused reading my words as I did hers. When she joined a new site, I quickly followed, seizing an opportunity to become...
Straight Sex“I’m Kylie, and I’m a sex addict.” I tried not to cry. It would have made things exponentially more embarrassing than just standing in front of the room telling a group of strangers that I was basically a sexual deviant. I bit down on my lower lip instead, producing just enough sharp discomfort to keep the girly tears back. I couldn’t believe I had really committed to this. Of course, I guess one could argue that I wasn’t very good with commitments, as it was. Ever since the depraved incident...
Group SexFor the first few weeks working at Joelle’s, my feet never really touched the floor. This was everything I had dreamed of, and more. In case you don’t know about her - though I’d be curious if you didn’t - Joelle’s the woman who turned makeup into a true art. Where others only “applied” lipstick, rouge and eye shadow, she painted with an artist’s skill and turned the plainest women into goddesses, into true artwork. Nobody knew her surname, and nobody needed to. All the big stars flocked to her...
SpankingAidan Black stared at the online text that flashed up onto the screen. ‘I luv ur stories!’ He yawned, and took another sip of his Jack Daniels. He quickly typed a reply and then leaned back in his chair. ‘What do you like about them?’ He smiled at the long pause. All these fans are the same, he thought to himself. Innocent young girls that dream of being treated like dirty sluts and too afraid to tell their college boyfriends that doggy-style after a long alcohol-fused pub crawl just wasn’t...
ReluctanceI watched his plane lift off and disappear into the eastern sky. As I slowly walked across the airport terminal to the parking lot, I tried to compose myself as I wiped the last few tears from my cheeks. I could still feel his lips on my lips and the lingering scent of his shaving soap was still with me, but both sensations were rapidly vanishing. As I climbed into the car, I leaned back one last time saying good-bye to the man I loved. The feeling of the strength of his arms around me in our...
VoyeurGS: Between Student and Teacher By Caleb Jones Bill Sorenson lived a pretty decent life. It wasn't perfect, but whose life was? He was a forty five year old English teacher at a junior high school in America. He therefore had a fairly small paycheck. Combine that with a tendency to be shy around the opposite sex, and one could understand why he had never married. Not that he hadn't tried. He had dated the Spanish teacher on and off for the last three years until Rosalinda...
The organ struck up "Here comes the Bride" and my daughter walked down the aisle on her father's arm, up to where the vicar, groom and best man were waiting. The best man smiled and winked at me as the vicar began to speak. I was sitting in the front pew, painfully aware that I was not wearing any knickers, that my vagina was very sore with the fucking that it had endured, that my nipples had been sucked raw, and that dried cum was splashed across my thighs and stocking tops. As well as that, I...
ReluctanceRobyn thought about sex a lot. She craved sex. Robyn wanted to feel a man’s strong masculine hands all over her naked body, to hear him whisper dirty words in her ear and make her pussy sopping wet.She imagined his hands pulling her hair back and his tongue in her ear as his thick hard cock penetrated her wet cunt. She wanted to feel his bulging biceps caress her sides and the feel of his sweat mixing with hers on their warm wet bodies.Just then Robyn looked up and saw bright red brake lights...
MILFHi all! I am Tarun from Mumbai. my email id is: It happened a long-long time ago. I was still in the school. The class, year, and other details I will not revealed. But it is an experience of my life that I will never ever forget. I was a good student in school but my performance in the subject of mathematics was pretty average. We had a new class teacher, who was also our math teacher. Right from the beginning of the session, she used to pay special attention to me. This fact I was simply...
Ah, Melissa. That’s a name that brings back fond memories of a time of passion and illicit romance. Even now, I can taste the hint of cinnamon on her lips and sense the subtle fragrance of an obscure flower that was the essence of the perfume she wore.Melissa and her husband, a stoic and foolish man whose unpronounceable name I have chosen to forget, lived in the same apartment complex as I. Even so, she might never have come to my attention if not for the fact that we did our laundry at the...
Hardcore(episode 31) Prelude to the Party: After finding out about Mary Beth’s kinky tryst at the lesbian club and also allowing myself to participate in Jennifer’s twisted drug-fueled gang bang, I found myself in a very strange mood. In fact it was like being apathetic, ashamed, strangely aroused and creeped out all at once. Despite all the bizarre events of the past weekend, I thought I’d try to maintain my relationship with Mary Beth. I figured my participation in Jennifer’s twisted orgy and Mary...
College SexMilena's story My name is Milena and I work in a well-known chain of Opticians on the high street. When the manageress of our store suggested that we have a ‘wear what you want day’ I was excited. I’ve always been one for fancy dress. Then she added one or two caveats. We must be decent and not wear anything that brings the business into disrepute. Knowing me, that was a tall ask, but hey ho! She said it would be good for morale and create a talking point among customers and attract passing...
Quickie SexCrystal blue eyes. The type that on another girl could look dramatic or vulnerable. Even soul piercing. But squinted by a smile too small for her boxy face and caked with a thick rim of black makeup, she appeared exactly how she really was: trying too hard. “Just this once.” Giggling, Blake’s blonde girlfriend rounded the desk countertop. Craned her neck to look up at him as she pulled the white drawstring of his swim shorts. So predictable. But Blake felt his dick warm and thicken. He...
Taboo“I thought we’d shake things up a little.” Megan watched her boyfriend produce the unassuming white letter-length envelope and lay it on the black laminate bar, nudging it her way. She watched his face for a telltale sign but his only response was to grin back at her and wink. “What is this?” she asked coyly, a slow smile spreading across her face. It had been five years to the date since they’d first met and while she’d been hoping for a small blue box from Tiffany’s with the clear-cut...
TabooThe power she had over me was immediate and irresistible. I tried to avert my attention, but she sparkled in the August sunlight. My wife and I were greeting our new neighbors shortly after the moving van pulled away on Friday. They were from Connecticut, an attractive couple with a high-school daughter that was a heavenly vision.It was the coquettish way she delighted in the effect she had on me that let me know she was trouble. At least I should have known.The fact that the others didn’t seem...
TabooSarah was nervously fidgeting in her seat, her warm brown eyes constantly shifting back and forth between Mr. Wilson and the empty notebook on her desk. Sarah was a lovely combination of pretty and adorable. Her petite frame stood at 5’3 when on her tippy-toes. Her lovely pale-skinned face was adorned with freckles. And her long hair was a beautiful yet unusual shade of auburn. “Your mom said that you need help studying for your college entrance exams; is that right?” Mr. Wilson questioned. ...
TabooI had to lose almost everything before I came to my senses, sitting there at the dining table with my boyfriend Todd - watching him gamble away everything he owned and, as it turned out, a few major things that I owned too. I never considered myself to be stupid, but much as a frog stays in water that slowly warms up to a boil without noticing what is going on, it somehow didn't concern me when he stopped winning at poker and started to lose. It didn't concern me that the new car I was...
Taboo“You sure you don’t mind writing the letter?” “Not at all. I’m glad to help out Wendy.” I replied to Laura. We work at the same company in different departments. Our paths cross in the hallways, break room and the other usual places. We got to the same happy hours and other events. She’s really terrific looking for a woman ten years older than me. I’ve tried to initiate a little off-work fun, but it’s been a no-go. She won’t date anyone from the same company, even though we...
TabooMike, Enough endless talking. You once said that it is not bragging if one can back up one’s words with action, and now it has come time to back up your words, mon petit. Please see attached; everything has been arranged. Yours, Jen. No further explanation.A ‘click,’ a mental turn as my brain processed those three short sentences, and time quite changed, my vision dimming as I read the attachment. It read as follows:Dear Mr. Stone,Thank you for choosing Alaska Airlines. Please make note...
AnalI think I fell in love with Claire the first time I saw her, standing with her team mates in her hockey kit in the queue for dinner in the refectory of our University Hall of Residence. Dark haired, athletically built and sporty, she seemed a long way out of my class. Despite being basically tall and good-looking myself – in great shape after many years playing rugby – there was something about her that I found different from other girls and, frankly, intimidating but I couldn’t get her out of...
Wife LoversLaney Travers walked down the ill-lit corridor and paused outside the doorway to her virtue's doom. Apartment twenty-nine again. Heaven help this well-raised girl. Well, maybe not Heaven ... Mike's voice sounded in her head: “News – real news – is what someone doesn’t want you to know, Laney sweetheart. The rest is fuckin’ propaganda. Keep searchin’ for truth among the bullshit. Rigour, determination, guts – that’s the only kinda newspaperman to be. Or newspaperwoman. Remember that.” He’d...
Hardcore‘To pluck a beautiful flower from the desert is an unpardonable sin.’ – Man Of Mountain, Shoshone Medicine Man My best friend Karla, lived with her dad, Hank, in a trailer until she was eighteen. Then she fixed up an empty trailer, one of those old chrome things with the rounded corners, and moved into it by herself. She used to get spooked in that trailer all by herself. She would call me on the phone and say, “Jan, come over and spend the night. You know I’ve got NetFlix; we’ll rent something...
SupernaturalI love sex. I suppose that doesn't make me unusual. Most women do. My urge to share my desires online isn't so common. Maybe I love the attention, and maybe by sharing, part of me hopes others will share their own desires with me.Such things are never easy to speak of. Maybe it's easier for guys, but I don't know if that's true. I do know some girls find it very difficult to talk about their intimate secrets. I think that's a shame. How can we hope to achieve a satisfying sex life if we are too...
MasturbationI was sitting at my desk getting ready for the next class like I usually do on my break. Except for the last couple weeks my mind has been wandering off to her. She’s petite, slim with a perfect hour glass figure. Her breasts aren’t huge, but they aren’t small either, they’re exactly proportionate to her curvy figure. She has a smile that could steal your breath away, and her green eyes that could light up a whole city were a perfect contrast to her tanned skin and candy apple red hair. Not...
College SexI sighed, hit “send” on my email, and wondered if it was time for another trip across the road to Costa. The office was supposed to be air-conditioned, but it didn’t seem to be working today, just when it was most needed. It’s not that I was complaining about the hot weather, it’s just that I’d much rather be out sun-bathing than stuck at my computer all day.Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.“I don’t suppose you’ve got any Ibuprofen, Annie. This heat’s given me a splitting headache, and I must...
Office SexFor several days after Belle’s arrival to the beast’s castle, he pointedly ignored her. The raw emotion that she incited in him took him out of his comfort zone, which scared him to his core. From the way she plainly surrendered her body to him to the simple things she did to make him more comfortable in his castle; his beauty was worming her way into heart. Even when he was his most beastly, she always smiled demurely. The beast soon figured out that the more he ignored her the more he was...
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