After School Ch. 02
A month and a half had passed since Mr. Davis and I began the “private lessons”. We pretty much did it
everywhere in the school building; the cafeteria, auditorium, swimming pool,
principal’s office-yes, the principal’s office. If possible, I’m pretty sure
that would have done it in the science lab (alas, the door is locked after 8th
period)
Unfortunately, with all the fucking came the change. Not in me,
but in him. At every given opportunity, he would insult me. Leave it be about my
clothes, or my work, he always found a way to shoot me down. I put up with it;
he was my teacher. But most of all, he was a great fuck.
Anyway, on no
particular day, I was running late for school and ended up getting to Mr. Davis’
class thirty minutes after the bell. He was even more pissed than I thought.
“Trish Elle, what is the reason for you being so late today?”
I sat at my
desk and opened my book. “I woke up late and missed the bus.”
“Did you
run for this bus?”
What the fuck was he getting at? “As a matter of fact
Mr. Davis, yes I did run for the bus. Obviously I wasn’t fast enough.” My voice
had taken a hard edge. I did not need this shit at 8:30 in the
morning.
“Yes, obviously. Try cutting down on the fatty foods and maybe
the next time you run for the bus, you’ll catch it.”
I could not believe
that this mother fucker just said that mess in front of the whole damned class.
Oh, no. He just pushed my fat ass too far.
For the rest of the day, I was
fuming. Every time I saw that man, I just got even more upset. Finally school
was over and I made my way to his office. When I entered, he was there. Still
furious, I slammed the door closed.
“What’s the matter, Trish
Elle?”
“What the fuck were you trying to pull this morning?”
“What
are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about this morning, in class; you
shamelessly insulted the mess out of me in front of everyone.”
“You know
I don’t like my students to be late for class.”
“Your students Mr. Davis,
or me?”
“I thought I told you to drop the formalities when we’re
alone.”
“That was when we were fucking.”
“We still are
fucking.”
“Not anymore. You have pushed me too far. I am constantly at
your beck and call. I do what you ask and what you demand of me and still you
want more. I could handle that before and not anymore. You constantly attack
me-in front of others. You are deliberately malicious and you know what? I’m not
taking it anymore. From now on, I am no longer you student aid, nor your
fuck-toy or lover or whatever the hell you want to call it. Find another student
to dominate.” With that I turned and walked to the door but stopped when I heard
his voice. “You’re serious, Trish Elle?”
“As a fucking heart
attack.”
“We aren’t over, little girl.”
“Don’t place money on that
bet, Mr. Davis.” I walked out of the office and drove home laughing.
Spring break was the following week and since I ended things on a
Wednesday, I thought it would be fitting to not show up to school on Thursday or
Friday. My parents were on a three week second honeymoon so I was happy that I
would have the house to myself and not have to go to school.
I did normal
teen-aged stuff, go to bed at four in the morning, wake up at noon, do nothing
all day. It was great. I can’t wait to get my own place.
Anyhow, Saturday
came and I had just finished wrapping my hair up to start some cleaning when the
door bell rang. I wasn’t expecting guests to I felt comfortable going to the
door in my tank top and booty shorts. When I looked through the peephole
however, I saw red. The asshole was at my door. I did what came naturally; I
walked away and went to start cleaning.
I was dusting off the
entertainment center when I heard the knock. Then came his voice. “Trish Elle,
open the door. I know you’re home.” I ignored his ass. He was no longer worth my
time.
“I can clearly see you dusting. Open the door. We need to
talk.”
Getting angrier, I walked to the door and opened it so that only
my head could fit through. “What do you want?”
“You haven’t been in
school.”
“So?”
“I wanted to make sure you’re alright.”
“I’m
fine. You can go now.” I moved to close the door in his face but he moved his
foot to jam the door. “I’m not done.”
“What now?”
“Can you please
let me in? We need to talk.”
“About what?”
“What happened on
Wednesday.”
“What’s there to talk about?”
“Please, just let me
in.”
Exhaling deeply, I let him in. I sat on my dad’s lazy boy and waited
for him to start
“You’re upset with me.”
“No shit,
Sherlock.”
“Look, if I say things that hurt you, it’s because I don’t
want to say out loud how beautiful you look or how much I’d like to suck on your
sweet neck”
“But why insult me?”
“I thought it would be better to
make you upset.”
“Whatever.”
“I want you to come back and be my
aid again.”
I got up and walked to the door. “Look I have a lot of work
to. I’ll see you in school when we get back from vacation.
Mr. Davis
stood up and looked at me. “The year isn’t over yet. You’re still
mine.”
“No I’m not. Please leave.”
He walked up to me and pressed
me against the door. “You’re still mine.”
“Not anymore.”
He
started to suck on my neck. Shit how the hell did he do that to me? He slowly
slid his hands up my sides and guided my arms around his neck. “You belong to me
Trish Elle.”
“N-No, I don’t. Mmmmmm.” His hands cupped my breasts and his
thumbs began to tease my nipples through my shirt. He started to nibble on my
neck even more. “Trish Elle, you know you don’t want things to end like this
between us.” He moved his lips up to mine and gave me a slow, teasing
kiss.
I wanted so bad to give into him. But I refused. Pushing him back
with all of my might, I opened the door. “Please leave now, Mr.
Davis.”
He looked at me-no, into me. He could tell that I was fighting
myself on this one. He left.
Immediately tired, I walked through the
house and plopped down on my bed. That man seemed to just drain all the energy
out of me. I slept.
I woke up with a weird feeling. Like someone was
watching me. Reaching over for my glasses, I looked over and found Mr. Davis
sitting on my desk chair, watching me.
“You know you look absolutely
beautiful when you sleep. Like a chocolate marshmallow. I could just eat you
up.”
“I thought I told you to leave.”
“I couldn’t”
“How the
hell did you get in here?”
“You left your set of patio doors
open.”
I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, the patio doors were
open. “That doesn’t mean that you can just walk in and watch me
sleep.”
“You and I both know that you don’t want things between us to
end.”
“That may or may not be true but is has to
anyway.”
“Why”
“Because I don’t want to do this
anymore.”
He rolled himself over to where I was sitting and took hold of
my hands. “Do what?” All of a sudden his eyes changed. “There’s someone else,
isn’t there?”
“What?”
“You’re fucking someone else.”
“No,
I’m not.”
“Don’t lie to me.” He lunged forward and pinned me down on the
bed with my arms over my head. He kissed me long and hard. “You want to fuck
someone else, fine. But let me show you why you’ll think of me when you fuck
him.” He pinned both my hands down with one of his own and literally ripped my
tank top off of me. Damn, that was my favorite one. He moved his mouth down to
my nipples and just ran his tongue across them. He wouldn’t suck on them,
wouldn’t nibble, just ran his tongue across, making my back arch up for more.
While doing this, he slowly moved his hands down and into my shorts and teased
my clit through my panties. Oh so slowly, he moved his finger up and down over
my panty-covered clit and lit a fire inside of me. He moved his mouth back to
mine and teased my lips with his tongue. He refused to kiss me. He would dip his
tongue between my lips and pull back when I moved to kiss him back.
He
stopped just long enough to strip us both down. Then he got back on top of me.
He moved his lips back to my neck and slowly slid a finger in and out of my
pussy. By this time I was softly moaning.
“Who are you fucking, Trish
Elle?”
“No one.”
I think he finally figured out I was telling the
truth. But he wasn’t done. “Who are you fucking?”
“Fuck you.” I knew what
he wanted me to say. He started to finger me faster.
“Tell me who you’re
fucking, Trish Elle” Shit, he done went and hit the spot. “You.” I whispered.
H slid a second finger inside.
“Who?”
“You.”
“Louder.”
“You!” I pretty much shouted the
word. Finally, he kissed me. He let go of my hands and moved his fingers in a
furious pace. He nibbled on my lower lips. The man was driving me
nuts.
Soon, I felt the familiar tightening in my pussy; I was getting
ready to cum. My hips began to grind against his hand. He felt it coming. Just
as I was about to cum, he stopped. “Tell me you want me.”
I was panting.
“No.”
He grinned a wicked grin. He traced a long line from my chin all
the way down to my throbbing clit with his tongue. With long slow licks, he
lapped at my pussy, making me hotter than I thought imaginable. He put my legs
over his shoulders and plunged his tongue in. He moved his tongue around inside
of me and then pulled it out to flutter all over my clit. My hips just shot up.
I refused to make any more noise though.
He attacked my pussy with his
mouth. He sucked my clit into his mouth and rubbed it with the tip of his
tongue. He knew how to get me to make noise. “Oh God. MMMMMMM Oh
God…”
Again I was on the verge of cumming and again he stopped. He slid
up my body and rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slit. “Tell me you want
me, Trish Elle.”
“MMMMMMM No.”
Ever so slowly he slid his cock in
and at a snail’s pace, he fucked me. He knew that drove me crazy. My hips seemed
to take control and continued to buck up for more.
“Tell me you want me,
Trish Elle.”
“Yes… No… Ohhh God yesss.”
“Tell me” He ground his
hips into my clit.
“I want you.”
“MMMMM, that’s a good girl.” He
started moving faster. He kept grinding, brining me closer. “Tell me what you
want.”
“Go faster.” And faster he went. He poked at my pussy with his
thick cock and my body began to shake.
“Do you want me to
stop?”
“No.” He better not. “Don’t ever stop.”
“You’re going to
cum aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Damn, I was getting so close.
He slowed
down again. Fuck. “You want to cum?”
“Oh, God yes.”
“Then tell me
what I want to hear.”
“I can’t.”
He fucked me as hard and as fast
as he could. I could feel myself right there. Then he slowed down again. “Tell
me or I’ll stop.”
“No, don’t stop.”
“Then say it.” He ground
again. My pussy felt as if it was going to explode. “Tell me you’ll come
back.”
“No.”
Again he pounded the shit out of my pussy, only to
slow down again. “Tell me.”
Shit, I was torn. I didn’t want to go back
but I didn’t want him to stop. Suddenly, he put my legs over his shoulders,
sinking in to my pussy deeper than before.
“OHHHHH Godddddd.” I was right
there. He just needed to go a little faster.
“Say it, Trish
Elle.”
“I’ll come back.” I could barely get the words out.
“You’ll
what?”
“I’ll come back.”
“Are you going to leave
again?”
“No. Please, just fuck me.”
Fuck me he did. Harder and
faster. He slammed into my pussy and ground into my clit. “God I love that tight
little pussy. That’s it baby. Fuck me. Fuck my cock.”
Finally, finally,
my pussy exploded. I cried out because it was too much. I gripped his cock as I
came all over it. I could feel my own juice sliding down my ass crack.
Just then, I felt his hips twitch and he shouted. He flooded my pussy
with his cum and it too dribbled down my ass. He collapsed then rolled off of
me. We were both breathing hard. Again, I fell asleep.
When I woke up
again, there was a note near my pillow:
SEE YOU TOMORROW. SAME
TIME
DAVID.
After School Ch. 02
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