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After School with Mr. Smith: Part I

Date: 8/29/2016, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Coercion, Male/Female, Older Male / Female, School, Written by women, Author: PryingPandora, Rating: 92, Source: sexstories.com

it only seemed to increase the building pressure. “I- I don't know. I just don't like answering questions in class.” Her voice faltered and she quickly swallowed. Her lips trembled. She heard him release a breath. One hand slid up her neck, making her flinch away. His hand hesitated, then reached the ponytail holding her dark, wavy hair. “My wife was like you when she was in high school: always quiet, unassuming,” his other hand slid down her forearm, “but absolutely lovely.” She wanted to run, to get up and leave without turning back. She couldn't do this. No matter how much she seemed to want it. No, she just couldn't. It wasn't right... Mr. Smith pulled the band out of her hair, letting the black locks fall around her shoulders. Her breathing was erratic. Her heart was ready to explode. This isn't right, this isn't right, this isn't right. But her body did nothing to stop him. “Taylor,” his voice was smooth and almost tired-sounding. “Stand up.” Fearing the worst, she slowly stood, but her legs threatened to give out beneath her. “Turn around.” She closed her eyes hard. Opening them, she turned around. Mr. Smith was half-seated on one of the desks. One leg was rested on a chair. He didn't even bother hiding his arousal, so evident beneath his khaki pants. Taylor's eyes widened as her gaze remained transfixed on his bulging erection. Catching herself too late, she looked up at his eyes. They held the same laid-back expression he always had, but there was an unfamiliar ... intensity in his face, a sort of strain, as if he were struggling to hold himself back. He slid down into the chair and tapped his thigh. No, oh please, no. Run, run now. But her body wouldn't listen. “Come here.” There was a sharpness in his tone that she had never heard before. It wasn't anger, but it wasn't mere tenderness either. Taylor hesitated. “Face me.” She bit the inside of her cheek as he looked up at her, his eyes a smoldering hazel that frightened her, yet aroused her at the same time. She assented and straddled him. Not having anything else to support her, she put her hands on his shoulders. Her whole body vibrated uncontrollably. “Why do you avoid me, Taylor?” His eyes darkened as his hands slid to the small of her back. “Do you know how much it hurts me when you try to avoid me?” His hands slipped under her shirt. The warmth of his fingers tingled against her back and she gasped, gripping his shoulders harder. He intentionally shifted his hips upward, rubbing his erection through his pants against her. Taylor shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, letting out a sharp, shaky breath. She suppressed a moan in her throat as her fingers dug even harder into his shoulders. “Mr. Smith,” she said breathily. “What are you doing?” She fought hard against herself to be able to speak. Her throat was dry and felt as if it were on fire. His hands slid further up her back, lifting her shirt up even more. He pressed against her back so that her face was only two inches from his ...