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After School with Mr. Smith 2

Date: 11/3/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: robd1, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

Taylor lay on her bed, resting one hand on her stomach and the other on her thigh. Her breathing became ragged as images of her brief session with Mr. Smith faded in and out of her mind: his large, sensuous hands traveling over her sinewy back, falling down and caressing her legs and rear as she sat on top of him, riding him desperately. It was so wrong, but when he had emptied himself into her, she hadn’t had a care in the world. She slid her hand from her thigh to her underwear, already feeling the dampness seeping through them. Her eager fingers dipped into herself and she stifled a moan. Her parents were in the room across from hers. Her other hand found her right breast and began rubbing it in tantalizing circles. Mr. Smith… Oh, God… Mr. Smith… Taylor fingered herself shamelessly, picturing Mr. Smith’s delicious weight on top of her and his cock thrusting deep within her. Her fingers massaged her clit hard and she felt herself beginning to convulse. She moved her hand from her breast down to her fount and jammed two fingers inside as she climaxed, pumping herself with two fingers and rubbing her clit with her other hand. To suppress her cries, she bit her lip until it began to pulse with pain and she stiffened herself against the bed. Her breathing was hot and heavy and seemed to echo throughout the room as her climax slowly began to fade. Riding on her erotic euphoria, she fell asl**p, dreaming of her next afterschool session with Mr. Smith. For the next few days, ... Taylor found it increasingly difficult to concentrate in History class. She tried distracting herself with her work, but in the end, always found herself looking up at Mr. Smith. Sometimes, he looked back, a knowing look in his eyes. She would always blush and quickly look back down, hiding her creeping smile. There was always a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach now, a mixture of remorse and paranoia. What if the other students knew? Did they know? Was she making it obvious? God, they already knew, didn’t they?... At this point, she was almost afraid to be alone with him again, although she craved his body almost everyday. Mr. Smith was perfectly nonchalant with her during class to the point where she often wondered if it had actually happened. Had they really had sex? It almost seemed like a dream sometimes. Did she mean anything to him now? Often times, he almost seemed to intentionally ignore her. She always tried to get out of the room as quickly as possible when the bell rang. Friday afternoon, at the end of class, Taylor quickly packed up her books and made for the door, passing Mr. Smith at the front of the room. “Taylor.” She froze and watched as the last students exited the room, leaving her alone with Mr. Smith. Her breathing suddenly quickened and she turned to him. He was erasing his lesson on the whiteboard, not looking at her directly. “Yes, Mr. Smith?” “How are you?” Taylor didn’t know how to answer. It seemed too random a question. For the past week, he ...