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.
I could only smile.
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