Rose, recently turned eighteen is intrigued to meet the new English teacher. After her first lesson, she decides she wants to see a lot more of him and hatches a plan. Asking for one on one tutoring she slowly draws him out aiming to taste the forbidden love between teacher and student. But what she gets will be an education in becoming a woman...
He kissed her and her whole body came to life as if fire had been poured into every vein. She wanted him.
His tongue pushed past her lips into her mouth, finding her own tongue and sliding over it, it flicked back out of her and she felt his teeth pulling at her lip so hard it hurt. She wanted to cry out, scream, do something to release the overwhelming pressure inside of her. And then it was over, and he was stepping back, a look of horror on his face.
‘I’m so sorry,’ he said.
‘No – Don’t – I...’
He looked down and then up. His face set a little. ‘Yes, yes you did. You set out to tempt me, didn’t you. To take my job from me.’
There was something frightening in his face, a determination, and an animal glint. Fear tempered desire for only a moment. Then she saw what the game was. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I was very bad.’
He stepped forward again, teeth gritted slightly. She stepped back and felt the hard edge of the desk bite into her legs. He pushed in again reach behind her head and wrapping her hair in his fist.
‘Turn around,’ he said.
‘Sir,’ she said. ‘What–?’
‘I said turn around.’ He jerked his hand back and a jolt of pain ran through her scalp. To her surprise she found she was breathing heavily, the desire not gone. She wanted to reach out and put him inside her right then and there.
She turned and he pushed her over the desk pulling down on the hair, arching her back and pressing her breasts into the cold rough wood of the table. He was right up against her now, pushing the edge of the table into her hips. Through his trousers she could feel his erection pressed tightly against her arse. Fuck me please, she begged silently. She wanted him so much, could barely take this.
‘Is this what you wanted?’ His voice was almost in her ears, his chest against the back of her thin white blouse. She felt hot, wanted, he was out of control for her.
His hand lifted her skirt, running up the outside of her legs tantalisingly. Then... smack. He spanked her, hard. The shock ran through her, she felt it in her sex and let out a moan. ‘Please, sir.’
‘Please. I want–’
No, that wasn’t the game. He was the one losing control, she was his victim. ‘I just want to learn.’
‘I’ll teach you a lesson then.'