“That’s cool. So you’re a writer too?”
“Hope to be. Hey, I’m sorry to be rude. Here I am yakking away while you’re standing there freezing. Let me get you a towel or something.”
“No, I’m fine.”
He started to leave, then stopped. “Wait, I have a better idea. No need for you to go home in wet clothes. Why don’t you take them off and I’ll throw them in the dryer?”
I stared at him in surprise.
He saw my look and laughed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. Go up to my bedroom and get out of those wet clothes. And then pick out anything you want from my wife’s closet to wear until your clothes are dry. She’s a little bigger than you are, but I’m sure you’ll find something that fits. By the time your clothes are dry, the storm will probably be over.”
“That sounds like a lot of bother.”
“Nonsense. Go on up, and bring your wet clothes down.”
“Thanks, that’s nice of you.”
“You can leave your purse and bag here, if you’d like.”
I set them on the coffee table, but then realized they were still soaking wet, and dripping all over the wood, so I picked them back up quickly, In my haste, I grabbed the plastic bag by the wrong end, and my vibrator tumbled out onto the floor.
I stared at it in horror. It was like time had stopped and it was sitting there for eternity. I stooped down and snatched it up, stuffing it back into the bag. I glanced at him and he was staring at me in surprise. My cheeks felt hot from my blush, and I had to resist the urge to run from the house.
“That was interesting,” he said.
“I… Um… It’s not for me. It’s a gag gift for a friend.”
He nodded. “Ok. But you should know that my wife has one sort of like that. So you shouldn’t be embarrassed.”
I stared at him in surprise. “She does?”
He smiled. “Yes. So it’s no big deal. You ready to get changed?”
“Yeah, I guess.” I still felt the urge to bolt from the room.
“It’s the first door on the right at the top of the stairs.” He took my purse and bag. “I’ll take care of these.”
I headed up, my sneakers squishing on the carpeted steps. I had to grin to myself. I had fooled him. He had no clue who I really was, and when I told him I was in college he didn’t bat an eye. This wig must make me look older than I am.
It the bedroom I peeled my wet clothes off, tossing them into a sodden pile on the floor. I thought it was odd that my English teacher was going to see my bra and panties. That would have probably bothered me a few days ago, but now I found it vaguely exciting. An initial shiver of arousal went through me.
What was I thinking? Was I really considering the possibility of having sex with Mr. Glover? Would he even want to? He was married after all. But I had read somewhere that most married guys get bored with their wives and want something different. And I was certainly something different.
I looked at the bed and it occurred to me that this was where he and his wife fucked. I imagined him lying between some faceless woman’s legs, and another twinge of excitement ran through me.
An idea came to me, and I went to the small bedside dresser and opened the top drawer. He hadn’t been lying. In the drawer was a pink gel vibrator, about the same size as mine. It didn’t have the rabbit though.
I picked it up and examined it closely. It was shaped like a dick and had a small switch at the bottom. I was fascinated by the fact that this had been in his wife’s pussy, the same place his cock had been. The wetness between my legs surged, and my fingers played over the on switch. Did I dare to do what I was thinking about?
I flicked it on and the vibrator buzzed softly into life. I knew I didn’t have much time, so I quietly moved up on the bed and lay back, spreading my legs. In my mind, I imagined I was his wife, lying in his bed waiting for him to fuck me.
I moved the vibrator down and nestled it between my pussy lips, rubbing it gently over my stiffening clit. I gasped softly as the vibrations flowed over my sensitive nerve endings. Sliding it down, I began to slowly press it inside of me, feeling it spreading my tight channel.
Yes, that’s it, fuck your wife. Fill my pussy with your hard cock, because you’re my husband and it’s my duty to please you.
“Amanda, are you finding everything okay?”
His voice from the other side of the door startled me back into reality. I froze.
“Yeah, I’ll be right out.”
“Okay, just thought I’d check. I’ll be downstairs.”
I heard his footsteps walk away, and I quickly rolled off the bed, placed the vibrator back in the drawer, closed it, and then smoothed out the covers. I began to look for something to wear.
Another idea occurred to me, and I smiled. I decided to push things a little. Not a whole lot, because I didn’t want to piss him off if he was completely opposed to the idea. But just a little, to see what happens.
So, instead of picking out some of Mrs. Glover’s clothes, I just grabbed a white, fluffy robe off the back of the bathroom door, and slid it over my naked shoulders. After tying the belt, I scooped up my wet clothes and headed back downstairs. I made sure my panties were on the top of the pile.
I went back into the living room, but Mr. Glover wasn’t there.
“Mr. Glover?” I called, walking down the hall. I found a room with a glowing computer screen, and went in to take a look. It looked like a document was being edited on the screen, so I leaned over and read through it.
My eyes got wider as I continued to read. It was a sex scene. A guy and a girl were on a beach at night, having sex in the sand. From what I could tell, he was older than her.
“Amanda?”
I quickly straightened and turned to him. “Mr. Glover. I was looking for you.”
“You shouldn’t be reading that.”
“Is this your book?”
“Yes, but it’s not ready to be read.”
“I thought it was pretty good. Very sexy.”
It seemed like he enjoyed the complement, but I could also tell he was slightly embarrassed.
“Thank you, but you still shouldn’t be reading it.”
“Is it a book about sex?”
“No, it’s a detective story, with some sex in it.”
“So the guy’s the detective?”
“Yes.”
“And who’s the girl in that scene?”
“That’s his client.”
“She seems young.”
“Yes, she’s eighteen.”
“And how old is he?”
He shrugged. “I don’t say exactly. But I picture him in his thirties.”
I smiled. “They’re close to our ages.”
“Yeah, well, um… Hey, what are you wearing?”
“I decided this would be more comfortable. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, not at all. Here, give me those wet things.”
I handed him the pile, and watched closely as his eyes scanned quickly over my panties.
“Thanks again for doing this,” I said.
“No problem. Come on, follow me.”
We walked back down the hall, and he turned off into a laundry room. “Go wait in the living room, and I’ll be right in.”
“Okay.”
I went down the hall, waited a few seconds, and then retraced my steps. He had closed the laundry room door, but not completely, so I could see through the slight gap between the door and the frame. He opened the dryer and pushed my things in. Then he turned the timer dial and began to close the dryer door.
But then he stopped, paused, seemed to think for a moment, and then reached into the dryer and pulled something out.
It was my panties. My heart skipped a beat.
He held them up in front of him using both hands, holding them out as he stared at them. After examining them for a long moment, he turned them inside out and brought the crotch to his nose, inhaling deeply.
A spa
sm of pleasure jolted through my pussy, as I watched my teacher sniff my panties. The thought that he smelled the faint scent of my pussy was overwhelming, and I felt a burst of wetness between my legs.
He held them to his face for a few long seconds, and then tossed them in the dryer. I quickly made my way back to the living room as I heard the dryer come on. I was sitting on the couch when he appeared.
“All set,” he said, “they should be done in twenty minutes. Are you warm enough? I’ve already heated some water for hot chocolate, would you like some?”
“That’s nice, but you’ve already done enough for me.”
“Don’t be silly, I’ll be right back.”
I heard him in the kitchen, getting the hot chocolate ready, and I took the opportunity to pull my robe slightly open, giving him a nice view of my cleavage. A minute later he came back in carrying a tray, and set it on the coffee table as he sat beside me on the couch.
He turned to hand me a mug, and I watched his eyes as they quickly darted down to my chest and lingered there for a brief moment before returning to my face. Another small shudder of pleasure rippled through me.
“So,” I said, “do you like reading detective stories?”
“Yes, why?”
“I heard that writers should write about things that interest them.”
He nodded. “That’s very true. If writers aren’t interested in what they’re writing about, neither will their readers.”
“Makes sense. But I’m curious about something.”
“What’s that?”
“Why did you make the girl so young?”
He seemed uncomfortable. “What do you mean?”
“She just seems young for him, and I was curious why you chose to make them those ages.”
He shrugged. “It fit the story.”
“Are you okay with that?”
“Okay with what?”
“With a thirty-something-year-old guy having sex with a teenager?”
His discomfort grew. “It’s only fiction. People like to read about things they would never do in real life.”
“Does it interest you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Sex between an older guy and a younger girl. You just said that writers should write about what they’re interested in. Are you interested in that?”
His eyes met mine, and he licked his lips as he considered my question.
“Yes, I guess I am.”
I met his gaze. “Is it one of those things you like to think about, but would never do in real life?”
He paused before answering. “I don’t know, I’ve never been presented with the opportunity.”
“Until now.”
His gaze seemed to falter for a moment, but then focused back on me. “What are you saying?”
“I’m asking you if you want to take me upstairs and turn your fantasy into reality.”
He stared at me for a long moment. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m married.”
“It’ll be our little secret.”
“It’s still not a good idea.”
“Do you fantasize about the girls in your class?”
“What?”
“You know what I mean. Since you like to think about young girls, do you think about the high school girls in your class?”
“No, they’re much too young.”
“They’re about the same age as the girl in your story. Is that where you got the idea? Did you get turned on by one of the girls in your class, and you have to write about fucking her?”
He seemed disturbed. “No, that’s not what happened.”
“I think it is. You can’t fuck the girls in your class, so you do it in your fantasies.”
“I don’t–”
“I can pretend to be one of them, if you’d like.”
He stopped and stared at me again. “What did you say?”
“I said, I can pretend to be one of your students. And then you can do to me what you want to do to them.”
He watched me for a long moment without speaking.
“I know you want it, and I know you want me. Just say yes, and we’ll have some fun together.”
He stared for a while longer, then said, “How old are you?”
“I’m a twenty-year-old college girl,” I lied.
“And no one will know?” he asked softly.
“I’ll never tell.”
“You remind me of one of them.”
I looked at him in surprise as my heart rate picked up. “I do?”
“Yes. You look a little like her but she would never act like you are now.”
“She wouldn’t?” My heart was racing.
“Never. She’s a prissy little religious bitch who’s wound so tight her cunt is probably sealed shut. How many times I’ve fantasized about throwing her right on the classroom floor and fucking her in front of everyone, just to teach her a lesson.”
My pussy spasmed in pleasure. “You really wanted to do that?”
“More times than I could count. Do you want to pretend you’re her?”
I met his gaze. “I would love to do that.”
He grinned. “This is going to be fun. Can I call you by her name?”
“Sure, what is it?” My heart rate picked up again, knowing what he was going to say before he said it.
“Amanda.” He took a deep breath. “Just saying her name makes my cock hard.”
I felt a wave of wet pleasure flow through me. My former English teacher wanted to fuck me? This was too surreal.
I smiled. “I’m Amanda then. And you said she was religious?”
“Yes. Always lecturing everyone about how they’re sinners.”
I stood and faced him. “Have you read the Bible lately?”
He smiled briefly, then frowned at me. “Amanda, please take your seat.”
I remained standing. “I could show you some relevant Bible quotes that may help you end your sinning ways.”
“Amanda, you’re disturbing the class. Please sit down.”
“Aren’t you tired of being a sinner, Mr. Glover?”
He stood and glared down at me. “Amanda, I insist that you take your seat at once. It’s time for class to begin.”
“Isn’t saving your soul more important than schoolwork?”
He reached out and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me slightly. “No, I want you to sit down and be quiet, right now. Or I’m going to have to punish you.”
I smiled. “But, Mr. Glover, I’m doing this for you. Don’t you want to hear the word of God?”
“That is enough! Not one more word!”
I smiled again. “I can help end your sin.”
Suddenly, he spun me around and pulled me close to him, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “Listen you sanctimonious bitch, I’ve had enough of your condescension. It’s time you finally got what you deserved.”
I felt his hard cock pressing into my ass, and a wave of dizziness swept over me. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and I had to struggle to maintain my role playing.
“You deserve to be saved, Mr. Glover.”
“That’s it!” he growled, and held me tightly as he sat back down on the couch, pulling me with him. He used his strength to manipulate me, and I found myself lying across his lap, with my robe-covered ass sticking up in the air.
He wouldn’t!
Smack! His hand came down hard on my butt cheek,
“Ow!” I wasn’t sure I wanted to play this game anymore.
“Shut up and take your punishment.” His hand came down again, making another loud sound. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach.
“Ow, that hurts!”
“Do you promise to stop preaching in my class?”
I considered ending it here. We had done enough role playing and now we could move onto the fun stuff. But as the warmth of his spanks traveled through my ass, it settled into my pussy, ignit
ing my lust. A sudden gush of honey filled me.
“Repent! Stop your sinning!”
His hand came down again, harder this time. Then the robe was pulled up until I felt cool air on my exposed butt. He wasted no time in spanking me again, this time slapping my bare flesh, making a loud sound in the enclosed room.
“Owww!”
“Tell me you’re going to stop.”
“No!”
Smack!
“Ow! Quit hitting me!”
“Tell me!”
“God loves you!”
Smack!
“Ohhhh!”
Smack!
“Uhhhhh!” It felt like the skin of my ass cheeks was on fire, and my wet little pussy was tingling with desire, clenching and spasming, needing something to fill it.
His hand remained on my ass, caressing the skin gently, easing my pain. His fingers slid down into the crack, finding the slick cleft of my pussy and probing between the lips.
“My, my, Amanda. You have a juicy little cunt for such an uptight girl. Maybe I can convince you some other way.” His fingers pressed deeper.
“Stay away from that!” I said, while at the same time lifting my ass to give him more room. “Touching there is a sin.”
He chuckled. “Yes it is, and I’m going to do more than touch you.”
I wiggled my ass. “Stop it!”
In the next second I felt myself being lifted in his strong arms. He moved to kneel on the floor, carrying me with him. Finally, he laid me on the carpet, face down, sitting on the backs of my legs and pressing one hand into my back, pinning me down.
“Let me go!”
He laughed again and I heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down.
“I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a long time.” He yanked up my robe to expose my ass and back. His hands then moved down to my ass, caressing the smooth mounds
“Don’t touch me.” I did my best to raise my ass, needing his hands on my pussy again.
He responded by leaning down and laying on me, using his weight to hold me down as his head settled next to mine, his breath hot on my ear. I felt the warm solidness of his cock settle into the crack of my butt.
“You ready to get fucked, Amanda?”
“No, please don’t! I’m a virgin!”
“I know you are. I’m proud to be the first to split your little cunt wide open. By the time we’re done, you’ll think twice about preaching to me again.”
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