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TeacherThat is IT! I have had it! I can almost feel my blood pumping as I storm down the hallway, the offending piece of paper held tight in my hand. Part of me is glad the k**s have gone home; I’d hate for them to see me so pissed off but he has crossed the line this time!He started here only a few months before me but he’s always acted like I’m some… two bit part time teaching assistant! He’s an ass! A complete ASS! “Mr Laskin!” I shout as I storm into his room, seeing him at his desk marking papers. He looks up at me with a boring expression on his face. “What is it Miss Tiller?”“How DARE you give Timothy Johnson detention on Friday!” I snap, slapping the paper down on his desk. “How DARE YOU!” “He was talking in my class.” Oh I want to slap him.“So you give him detention on the same day as the chess contest?” I want to punch him so hard! “He has been working his ASS off to get into this contest! He needs to be there! This could cement his future!” “Then he shouldn’t have been talking in my class.” He doesn’t even look at me now. “I’m allowed to punish my students how I feel pleased.”“Then give him his punishment on Monday. Or Thursday. Just not Friday!” I feel my heart pounding, the anger clawing at me. “Give the boy a chance.”“I stand by my previous statement.”I can’t help it as I slap my hand down on the desk so hard it stings me. “God dam you Laskin! Have a heart! I know you are only doing this to get at me. So let the boy have his day. Punish him fine but not on Friday.”His eyes look at me with such a blank emotion that it makes me even angrier and that fucking cocky smirk of his.“You’re so fucking hot when angry Miss Tiller.”My heart skips a beat, unsure if to be insulted or flattered. Instead I end up angry. “What the fuck did you just say?”“Tell you what…” He stands, reminding me that he’s a far bit taller than me. “Let me smack your ass and I’ll call off the detention.”I can’t help but scoff as I put my hand on my hip. “You know I can call that both harassment and blackmail.”“Have I touched you?” He says, leaning forwards. “Have I forced myself or done anything? I’m only offering a deal.” Oh that smug pretentious bastard!“I will not.”“Then Tim Johnson is going to miss his chess match.” He says as he sits again, holding the carrot right before me.I turn my head away, thinking about the boy. He’s worked so hard, shown so much potential and this ass is going to take it away from him. I can deal with this. I can put up with this dick for him. I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. “Fine. Deal.”I close my eyes so not to see that cockwipe smirk as he stands again and walks around the desk, standing behind me. I can smell that awful aftershave of his, the muskiness that invades my mouth and nose. “Hands on the desk.”I’m in this now, I have to go along. I place my hands on the edge, gripping it tight, bracing myself. When nothing happens I turn my head a little. “Get on with it.”To my disgust, I feel a kiss on my shoulder, between my shirt and my collar bone. I wince away, feeling it burn into my skin. I feel something wrap around my hip, resting on my stomach as he presses against my back, his other hand finally touching my ass. I suppress a shiver and take a deep breath to calm myself. “Just do it.” I hiss, waiting for this to be over.“All good things come must to those who wait.” He quotes, the smug bastard. “I want you to be ready for it. I want you to want it.”I feel the growl before it comes out. “You little shit!” I snap, pushing off. “You think I’m some toy to play with? Well fuck you!”He smirks, not trying to stop him. “That’s what I intend, Miss Tiller. Or rather, for you to fuck me.”“And why, in all the heavens would I do that?”Before I have chance to realise it, his hands snap out, grab the back of my head and our lips are smashed together. I gasp and wiggle, struggling to get free but somehow I manage, stepping back and into the desk, my eyes fierce as I quickly wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. “You bastard!”I can’t help but breathe hard as I stare at him and he stands there. His gaze moves, I feel it move, from my face to my neck to my chest, like I’m a slab of meat for him. Slowly, he steps forwards and reaches for me again, his hands on my hips this time, slipping his hands down to behind me. “You know, why don’t you just admit it; you like me.” I feel a hand slowly slide down and grip the bottom of my skirt. “That’s the reason you fight against me.” It pulls up, the fabric rolling up. “We are like… fire and water. The closer we are to each other the more we burn.”I’m panting now, not from anger but from something else, knowing my skirt has risen far too illegal bahis siteleri high but I can feel that he’s right. He burns against me. A brilliant fire that just wants to destroy everything it touches. I hate him. But this heat is delightful.His hand has moved, coming to the bottom of my shirt, sliding up wards. My eyes close again and I turn my head away as I feel him grope a breast over my bra. A second too late I realise and reach for his hand but he’s already found it.I know.Because he chuckles, leaning into my neck. “What’s this? A peeping bra?”I want to roll my eyes but they are closed… so he pulls my top off me completely, tossing it to the floor. The bra is indeed a peeping one, as he so happily said, basically just a small scrap at the base and transparent lace, easy to see my skin from the other side. He purrs, still gripping my breast. “Oh… now why would a respectable young teacher like you be wearing a naughty thing like this?”I don’t reply but I do turn my eyes to him, almost daring him to say it. I can see it in his eyes. He’s thinking about it. I open my mouth to speak but he grabs both my breasts this time. “Oh I see. You were after the promotion.” I feel my words freeze in my mouth, wanting to slap him. His grin is fowl to look upon. “You were going to try and fuck the head master, weren’t you? Get the promotion that way?” He chuckles fingers going through the slits and beginning to toy with my tits. “Did it not go to plan, Miss Tiller? Did he turn you down? Or did you lose your bottle and not offer?”I want to slap him so hard but my hands are locked gripping the edge of his desk. I breathe hard but I don’t feel the anger of before. It’s a little more. A hotter, darker breathlessness. He stares at me and I feel the heat grow. Even more with that shit eating smile. His hand cups my cheek, his skin hot but he leans in once more. His lips press firmly on mine, hungrily turning left and right in want. My eyes drift shut and I lean into it as well, pressing back just as hard. My hands reach up to his neck holding him to the kiss. My knees feel weak and lean back on the desk, him stepping into the gap created, our lips still pressed together but he pulls my skirt up, right up to my middle. He leans off my lips just enough to see what I’m wearing below, a matching thin black lace strap.He pecks my neck and nods, reaching back for something. I frown as he lifts something to my eyes, a pair of scissors. I frown, glaring at him. “Don’t you dare.”“You think you have a choice?” His voice is still hot and I still hate it but I hate now over how it makes me feel. How it makes me want. Want him.The scissors go down, the point pressing against the fabric and what is behind it, teasing with the pressure. Then, I feel them slip under the fabric, one blade either side. ‘Snip’I take a deep breath as one side is cut. ‘Snip’The other side is cut.£20 of underwear. Cut to ribbons by this bastard. And he just keeps on smiling, pulling it off.“I hate you.” I manage to whisper as he stares down below.“And I you. But right now all I want is this lovely looking pussy.” The scissor have been put away so when presses between my legs now is a finger, rubbing up and down a little. “And look…” The finger comes away and into my eye sight where I can see there is a thin transparent sheen to it. His smile grows, pressing the finger against my lower lip, wiping it off. “You’re wet.”“Go to hell.” I spit but my argument gets turned around when he slips the finger in my mouth as I speak, rubbing it against my tongue. His other hand is doing a similar action down below, pressed inside and rubbing against the roof. I so want to bite down on his finger, hard.The finger in my mouth is removed but the other doesn’t, in fact a second one joins it. I bite my lip to stop a groan, feeling it spread a little. I can almost feel the breath between my legs as he kneels, looking at it, rubbing those fingers up the insides of me.I bite back a whimper at the sensation, even more when I hear the pleased purr as he pulls his fingers out. I swallow hard at the empty feeling but then a wetness is pressed against my mouth. “Taste good?” I hear him ask, smug and cocky.I open my eyes and stare hard at him. “You bastard. You fucking shit.””Such mean words Miss Tiller.” He chuckles, moving closer. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that words can hurt? I think I need to come up with a better use of that dirty mouth of yours.”I glare at him, having a bad idea what he’s up to. Here I am, shirtless, in a peeping bra, my underwear stripped away on the desk of a man I can’t stand and just had my pussy fingered.I watch in canlı bahis siteleri a near helpless manor as he walks around the desk and holds my shoulders from behind. “Lie back.” I hear him whisper, pressing on me to get me to lie down.I don’t know why but I do as I’m told. In for a penny as they say. I lie back, my skin cold on the wood of his desk but I look up at the man behind her. I can see his smirk and his smugness and his arrogance as he reaches to his hips and begins undoing his belt. “What’s wrong Miss Tiller? Where’s your fire gone?” He bends forwards towards me, hovering just above my face. “Or maybe you want this?””In your fucking dreams.” I snap out.”Ah, there it is.” He says in a purr, leaning back and reaching for my hair, brushing it out of the way, shifting closer and revealing the cock he’s just freed from his clothing. “There’s the dirty mouth my cock is so hard to get into.” He moved it in his hand, stroking it as it’s pressed on my lips. “Open up.”His voice is harder now, rougher, none of the mockery and teasing from before. I stare at him, upside down and let my lips loosen a little.A rough thrust forwards and I fight back a gag as it hits my mouth. I close my eyes and shudder as it’s withdrawn and trust forwards, the whole thing filling my mouth. I feel the blood rushing to my head and I fight the urge to bite down.My mouth is so wet, I can feel it spilling out and down my face and over the cock.Mr Laskin is groaning with each thrust, his hands holding my face as he pulls back and pushes forwards, making me take his dick in my mouth. One hand moves from my face to my breast, roughly pushing the fabric aside and grabbing my breast. The feeling of his hand on my tit is quite good in a way and I let out a purr I hope he doesn’t hear.”Ohh?” He says and I know he has. “Do you like that?”As if asking the question, he gives me a sharp twist on my nipple and I gasp on his cock, making him laugh. “Oh you do, don’t you.”I want to bite down but his other hand pulls off my face so both are in his hands, shifting them back and forth, pulling them to their extremes in all directions, all the time with my mouth stuffed with his cock so each moan and whimper he can feel.He laughs and suddenly pulls out of my mouth and lets go of my breasts. “Oh you are such a slut.”I’m gasping for air, quickly cleaning up the spit that’s on my mouth. I try to sit up but he huffs and pulls me back by my hair. “I’m not done yet slut. Turn over.”I stare at him but do turn around so i’m lying flat on my stomach, my legs now reaching down to the floor. “Happy?””I won’t be until I hear you screaming my name as I fill you with cum.”My face goes bright red at the bluntness and I feel my body shiver at the words. Fuck, is he turning me on?I watch him smirk and walk around his desk, his hands reaching for my ass and lifting up my skirt as he does, revealing everything behind. I swallow as I feel his hand on my ass, smoothly caressing it. “I won’t spank you.” I hear him say as a finger runs around the rim. “Cause then you might leave. So I’ll just… pinch you instead.”I yelp as he does just that, the sharp pain making me flinch and gasp. “Oww!””Oh you like it, confess it.” He laughs, pinching again before moving his finger to my asshole once more. “Tell me, have you ever been ass fucked before.””You shit! I’ll kill you if you dare!””I’ll take that as a no then.” His finger presses a little on my entry, pushing in. “I better stretch this out then… or you might get hurt, and we wouldn’t want that, would we Miss Tiller?”His finger… oh fuck it feels tense. I grab the edge of the desk as it’s pressed in, slipping past the tension before becoming easier. I feel myself panting at the effort taking one finger in me took.”Oh, so tight…” He chuckles, pulling in and out slowly, stretching the limits. “I’m going to enjoy this little hole.”I pant as it continues, even more when one more finger joined the other, a tight fit that makes me feel hot and wet. I grip the desk until it hurts but then his other hand reaches under me and gropes my chest, pulling me off the desk, changing the angle of his fingers below.I tremble at the sensation and close my eyes, panting. I feel his hand, both of them, burning on me.”Oh yeah, such a tight ass.” He laughs, closer to me now.Suddenly the fingers are pulled out and the hand is gone from my chest. I open my eyes and turn to look back, wondering why he’d stopped. He’s there, smirking as he looks me over before looking down at my ass.I frown but then he gives a quick sharp and hard slap on it, making me buck forwards.He nods. “Right, there, deal done. You can go now.”I bahis firmaları stare in shock at him. It takes me a moment to work out what he’s done. I said he could slap my ass… and now he has… but I’m so hot and horny that I can’t just… walk away now.I close my hand into a fist, swallowing my pride. Fuck him to hell but I need him to fuck me.”Fuck me.” I whisper.”What did you say?” He asks and I can hear the smirk on his face.I turn my head a little. “You heard me.”“I want you to say it again.”I swallow harder and try to get my breath back but I’m hot. I’m hot and… so… wanting. “I want you to fuck me.”A pressure holds onto my hips and I feel something pressing on my soaking hole. “I knew you’d want it.”“You asshole.” I swear at him.“Oh? Asshole? Would you like me in yours?” The pressure, the tip, of his cock shifts upwards, pressing now on my back hole. I gulp and shake my head. “N-no…”“Yes Miss Tiller.” He purrs, pressing harder. “I softened you up… so now…” I feel my eyes widen at the force, a tip pressing on my entry. It’s bigger than the fingers, bigger than I expect, tighter! It presses in. Fuck! Fuck! I grip the desk and bite my lip as I want to moan.Then, as it slips in, I feel it a little easier. Still stretched but at least in and easy.But then he pulls back, just to the tip and in again… “Fuck!” I swear, arching my back, head lowered and feeling the whole of my body burn at the feeling.“Oh yeah, I’m going to destroy your ass. When I’m done, you won’t sit down for weeks.” I groan, unable to keep it back as he does just that. Water is in my eyes, feeling him slam in again and again. Shit this is so turning me on. I pant harder, feeling as if it’s building in me. He’s going so fast, so hard! Shit it feels good! I hear him panting, feel him holding my hips tight as he fucks my ass. Faster, faster, I feel it stretch, feel the massive cock in me! And then… something is inside me… something new. He’s stopped moving… rammed all the way to the base and… oh shit…he’s cum in my ass!With a quick movement, it’s pulled out and I can feel it being slapped on my ass. “Tell me… did you cum?”I look back at him and swallow, shaking my head. “No.”“Good. Because I want you to cum on my cock.”“What?”“You heard me.” He smiles, pulling away. “I’m gonna fuck you in the pussy and you are going to cum on my cock. But right now… I’m going to make sure this little ass isn’t forgotten.” I yelp as my ass is slapped suddenly. “Don’t move.”I watch as he walks around the desk, panting for breath as he comes into my view and reaches for something. I can only gasp as he holds out a banana. “You.. you’re joking right?”“Oh fuck no.” He’s laughing. “I’m serious. This is going in your ass while I fuck your pussy. I bet you will like it, you little slut.”I can’t believe what he’s going to do… but when I feel the tip press on the loose wet lips of my ass… as it slides in with little resistance… as his cock tip presses on my pussy… and slides in, pressing up on the fruit in my ass….The mixed sensation of them both… fuck its too much! “Does that feel good?” “Yes.” I gasp, not caring if I admit it.“You want me to fuck your pussy now?”I nod. “Yes.”“What the magic word?”I roll my eyes. “Please.”“Please what?”“Please fuck my pussy!” I yelp, desperate for it now. He pulls back a little and begins a slow, painful pace. “Only since you asked so nicely.” The pace remains slow… painfully slow. With my ass filled too… I can’t take the slowness and begin to rock my hips, hoping to get it faster. “What’s wrong slut?” I hear him ask, laughing. “Too slow for you?”“Yes!”“Yes?”“Yes its too fucking slow! Go faster! Please! Fuck my pussy harder!”The pace finally gets faster, I feel him get faster, fucking me harder, he pulls on the fruit in my ass, pounding it in with his trusts. I feel the heat, I feel the pressure and I feel my ass and pussy getting tighter as I reach my limit. I’m going… I’m going to… I can’t it much longer.He’s laughing, grabbing my arms, pulling them back so I’m off the desk and arching towards him.“Are you going to cum?” He whispers in my ear. “Are you going to cum?”I swallow and nod, ashamed of the sounds coming out of my mouth. “Yes!” Oh fuck I’m so close! I wanna cum so much! He gets faster! Faster! Groaning… and… and… oh fuck! I gasp with release as I finally allow the orgasm to hit me, cumming on the cock in my pussy and feeling it mix with the fluids from his cock. I whimper a little, bucking my hips with the last bits of the excitement.Finally after a moment, he pulls out and I feel it slap on my pussy, the wetness, the whole feeling of it slipping around the outside. I grip the desk hard and pant for breath, unable to get my head around what I just did.I feel his hand on my ass, smoothing it down before roughly pulling the fruit out of my ass, another wash of relief as he does. “Well then…” He leans over my shoulder. “Same time next week Miss Three-Holes-Filled?”

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