1. After School with Mr. Smith 2


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

    hadn’t spoken to her one-on-one. He hadn’t even called on her to participate in class discussions. “Um, fine,” she answered simply and quietly. Finally, he looked at her, that laidback expression masking something darker in his eyes. “Come here.” He closed the door and locked it before making his way over to his desk. He stayed standing. She followed him and sat in a chair on the other side of the desk. She glanced to her left and swallowed uneasily, looking at the spot where they had... “Make yourself comfortable. Put your bag down.” Hesitantly, Taylor obeyed and set her bag down beside her seat. Her fingers began twitching subtly in her lap. It was a chore trying to control her erratic breathing. She bit the inside of her cheek and made an effort to look confident by meeting his gaze levelly. “What’s –” She cleared her throat. “What’s this about?” Mr. Smith didn’t say anything for a moment, then extended his hand over the desk. When Taylor did nothing, he beckoned to her hand with his fingers. Confused, Taylor slowly put her hand in his. He wrapped his fingers around her hand and pulled her up and around his desk to him. She stood before him uneasily, his hand sending involuntary shivers up her arm. “Mr. Smith, I- ” He finally stood and pressed her against his desk with his waist. “This has been a stressful week, Taylor. Do you know how hard it is to teach when I have you in my class?” Before she could answer, he grabbed her by the waist and kissed her mouth lustfully. He ...
    lifted her onto the desk and she responded enthusiastically, wrapping her legs around him. She felt papers, pencils and books behind her and heard them scuffle and fall from the desk as Mr. Smith pushed her backward. His eager lips dipped down to her neck as he grabbed the bottom of her shirt, lifting it up above her head. Still under-experienced, Taylor felt self-conscious about her half-naked body and her limbs shook nervously. His languishing kisses traveled down to her stomach and reached her jeans. “Taylor.” His voice was dry and caught her attention immediately. “Relax.” Was it that obvious? It was only then that she felt her arms and legs shaking. Yes, it was. She nodded and he smiled, sliding her jeans and her underwear down her smooth legs. She shifted around the desk uneasily. “I said ‘relax.’” Mr. Smith’s tone was authoritative, making it hard to resist . “I can’t help it. What are you doing?” Mr. Smith smiled over at her and positioned his head between her legs. “As your teacher, I am telling you to relax. Lie down.” His commanding tone aroused her and she did as she was told, leaning back and resting on her elbows. She closed her eyes as she felt his hands gliding over her thighs and her pussy. When he started sucking on her clit, she gasped and her body twitched once. Taylor looked down at him, watching him suck on her clitoris with soft, wet noises and she moaned loudly. Her moans sounded so loud to her, she was afraid a passing student or teacher would hear. ...