by Pamela Prim
“I cannot get enough of you,” he murmured. “It is almost as though you were meant for me.”
I turned my head, still pinned to the table by his weight, and not minding at all, and gazed into his eyes so close to mine. I pressed a kiss to his lips, nibbling, probing his mouth with my tongue. His deflated cock fell from me as he straightened, his hands on my shoulders bringing me up with him. My legs wobbled, forcing me to clutch him for support. Our mingled juices slid down my thighs as John embraced me, holding me close to him. He caressed my body as he kissed me slowly, lovingly.
Taking me by the hand, he led me to his great bed, and flung back the furs and linens. Lying down beside me, his face close to mine, he covered us both. “I want you, Kate,” he murmured. “I cannot see you become another man’s wife.”
Hope shot through me. “Will you make me yours?”
His finger traced up my arm to my throat and cheeks, his grey eyes warm. “It would seem I have little choice. You may already have caught pregnant with my seed, and I cannot dishonor you further by keeping you as my mistress all the days of your life.”
“I will make you a very happy man, my lord,” I said, kissing him. “I will bear you strong sons and beautiful daughters.”
“If they are half as beautiful as you, Kate, then I will be forced to fight off lusty suitors.”
“I think I am falling in love with you, John,” I murmured. “You make me so very happy.”
“Good. For you have bewitched me, my vixen, and I am yours. For now and always.”
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 31
Chapter 1
“Another F! Are you fucking kidding me?” Sam muttered to himself. He couldn’t believe that he got yet ANOTHER shitty grade in this class. At this point, he felt like he was just asking for help from his parents. He knew that he needed this English class to get the fuck out of high school, but it was already proving to be quite troublesome.
“Language,” the voice behind him said. He turned around. There she was. Miss Kristy Wilkins. She was his teacher, and a total babe at that. She was a blonde bombshell with big blue eyes, a piercing gaze, and overall just didn’t give two fucks about anyone but herself. He knew this, because she didn’t seem very sympathetic.
“Whatever,” he muttered. He can’t deal with this.
“Listen Sam, if you want to pass this class, you should get some tutoring,” she said.
“You should get some tutoring,” he said in a mocking manner.
She stepped in front of him, glaring at him. “You need to watch that attitude. Do you want your diploma or not? You’re nineteen, still in school, and the only thing I think you’ve learned is how to sass people in a crude manner.”
He looked at her with annoyance, and in truth, it was obvious that this was only going to get worse with wear if he did try to aggravate her. He should’t behave with his teacher this way. Kristy was so mean, and the only thing that she really had going for her were her looks, and the fact that she was a milf.
Kristy went back to the class, most of the kids snickering. A few of them talked about how Sam kept getting crappy grades, making his face burn. Did he really want to go to tutoring? He hated this, and the fact that this teacher was making him do this made it almost insufferable.
For a while, Sam just sat there. Maybe tutoring was what he needed. After class, he got a text from his mother, threatening him with a grounding and kicking him out if he got another F. Apparently Kristy already told his mother about it. That fucking bitch. He hated Kristy the teacher, and hated his stupid mother, and this was just getting him angrier.
After class, he went over to the alleyway, smoking. A couple of the guys came around, whistling.
“Hey there, boss. What you doing?” Biggs said.
“Oh, just chilling. Trying to figure out what to do,” Sam muttered.
“About what?”
“About my fucking grades, that’s what. I found out that my mom is going to kick me out if I get another bad grade. I’m screwed man,’ he said.
The other nodded listening to him as he spoke of his issues. “Maybe you should ask Kristy for help. She’s hot as fuck, and I’m sure she’d be willing to assist you,” Biggs said.
He sighed. Would it be that easy? He didn’t believe so, but maybe it was. After a bit of time, he sat against the wall.
“It’s embarrassing though. I mean, I don’t want someone to see me getting help and shit,” Sam said with a sigh.
“Maybe you don’t have to do it in front of others? Just wait until everyone leaves, and then ask Kristy for help. I mean, she’s pretty cute, and she has a kid too. I mean, that’s a milf there. I’m sure you’d like her to tutor you. I wouldn’t mind it,” Biggs said with a whistle.
He didn’t want to think about her looks, or how hot she was, but he just wanted to get this grade fixed so that he could get his mom off his back.
“I need to do something. My fucking mother is already giving me a curfew. I’m this close to telling her to go fuck herself,” he told them.
“Careful. You know that your mom will only make it worse if you do go against her wishes,” Biggs admonished.
He knew this. He didn’t need to be told twice about this. It made him feel a bit worried, and he knew that his future was on the line. This was the only class he truly needed to pass, and it was driving him mad. Seeing all of the younger kids graduating made him angry as all hell. He had to do something.
After a little bit of time, and some arguing with his mother, he knew that he had to just suck it up, and do what is right. He went over to Kristy, who was at her desk, after class, and he sat there.
“Can we talk?” he asked her.
She put her books away, looking at him for but a moment and nodding.
“Sure. What is it?” she asked sweetly.
He was already nervous about it. He knew that Kristy was motherly. She was around thirty or so years old, and on his desk, he could see some pictures, including her daughter, who was five.
“So, uh, I want to take you up on that offer for some tutoring. Not that I like it or anything, but my grades are in the shitter in this class, and I mean, I don’t have much choice,” he said with a stammer.
She looked to make sure he wasn’t lying, and then, she smiled.
“Very well. I’m glad you came forward and did something about it. I know that it’s hard out there, Sam. I know that you are worried about your classes and the like. But, I promise that by the end of this, you’ll make the grade the next time you have a test or homework to turn in,” she said.
“I know,” he said. He felt almost ashamed because of this, worried about what she might do to him, or what he would have to suffer from. However, he was then told to meet after class tomorrow. He didn’t have anything going on, and apparently, she didn’t either. He felt worried, but maybe this was the right thing to do. Little did he know though that Kristy had her own plans, and that everything would soon change for him.
Chapter 2
The next day, class went by pretty smoothly, with Kristy talking about some homework that was due over the next couple of days. He sighed; he didn’t know how this would all work. He was worried that what she might ask of him would be a lot. He didn’t even know if it was possible to actually get the grades that he needed by this point. However, he did just have to believe.
After class that day, he moved forward. Kristy closed the door, locking it.
“You don’t have to worry about anyone coming in. I also can stay as late as possible. I gave Abby to her grandmother today,” she told him.
That’s right. Abby was her daughter. He wanted to ask more about that, but he didn’t know when the time was right. After the initial greeting, he sat down, trying his hardest to work on the problems that were there, immediately making him want to bash his head in.
There were a few practice problems for the class, stuff that would be on the t
est. He already knew that these sample reading comprehension questions would drive him batty, and with each one, he groaned.
“This is way too hard,” he said.
“You can do it,” Kristy told him.
He looked at her. She was so pretty, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He definitely did think that she was smoking hot, and she was definitely quite the looker.
“You know, I do appreciate you helping me though. Not many do care enough to do something such as that,” he said.
“Well, you’re my student, and as a teacher, I’m obligated to help you with whatever it is that you have going on. I mean, I know it isn’t easy, but maybe we can work something out,” she offered.
But what? He didn’t know for sure. He tried again, working on more and more questions, but it was driving him mad. After about an hour or so, he put his head on the desk.
“I’m so bad at this shit. I’m not cut out for English classes! I just…I want to just get out of this class. I’m not proficient with this shit. I want to work on cars, or maybe in a mill. Not this English shit. I never wanted this type of thing,” he said to her.
She listened to him, feeling sympathetic.
“I understand. It is hard, but I am here for you. You are a bright boy Sam. I’ve seen your grades in other classes. Like science and math, and you kick some serious butt. I’m happy that you do have those niche subjects. Those are usually the two hardest,” she told him.
He paused, looking at her and sighing.
“I know. I have the potential, it’s just…I can’t do this shit. I really can’t,” he said to her.
She then paused, seeing the suffering in his eyes as she looked at him. “I see. Well, if you like, maybe we can work something out,”’ she said to him.
What did she mean by that? He looked at her with utter confusion. “What do you want to do though? Like how? I mean, I am a failure. There is nothing that I can do to fix this,” he said.
“There is, if we work out a little deal,” she told him.
What kind of deal? What did she have in mind? He looked at her, and then, she smiled, crossing and uncrossing her legs. He noticed that she wore pantyhose, and they were tight and fitting to the form. He gulped; that was something that he utterly enjoyed, a kink of his, and the fact that this woman was already tempting him made him feel as if he was going goddamn crazy.
“How about we work out a little deal, sweetie,” she told him.
He looked at her, trying his hardest to figure out how to go about saying this sort of thing. “What kind of deal?” he inquired.
“Oh, just a little deal. If you want, that is, to pass your class, I think maybe you can help pay for the grades in other ways,” she said with a purr.
Wait, did she mean what he thought she meant? He began to shiver, realizing the way she was talking was giving him a stiffy.
“What is it?” he asked her nervously. He could see her moving closer, and that’s when he realized it.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her ample and perky melons were right there, and as he looked at them, he could feel the temperature of the room get about twenty degrees warmer.
“How about this: if you want to get out of this with your grade at a satisfactory level, you satisfy my desires. It’s been far too long since I’ve had a dick, and if you are able to satisfy me and make me cum, then I’ll give you the best grade possible,” she offered.
This was too perfect. He couldn’t believe that this was even happening. He shuffled about. He knew that all of this was on the line.
“A-are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m not messing with you Sam. If you do this, then you’ll pass,” she said.
He couldn’t let this go. He decided to just take it, and roll with it, even though this was weird. He wasn’t a virgin, but being with an older woman would be a first.
“Fair enough,” he said.
“Good. Come on closer. Mommy is ready for a little bit of fun,” she said to him.
He leaned in closer, getting right in front of her. It was then when control was relinquished, and soon, Kristy was over here taking the reins, ready to satisfy both of them and to finally get the orgasm she’d been pining for and craving for a long time.
Chapter 3
When Kristy moved in, she immediately smiled. She didn’t expect him to be so willing. She knew that Sam didn’t have many other options. She made sure to call his mother after he got that grade to get him to convince himself to get tutoring. Course, she did want him to pass. She really did, but she also wanted him to finally get the sexual satisfaction that she craved for a long time.
Her daughter was a product of her stormy and shitty marriage that she had with her ex. To say that it was bad was an understatement. She really only married him because of the kid, and she thought that maybe, just maybe, it would work out. Unfortunately, that’s not how things go. Things were hard and she had yet to get the sexual satisfaction that she wanted from this. She wanted to finally have an orgasm, something that she desired far more than she thought possible.
That’s when she thought about it. She did think that this might be the perfect opportunity. Normally, the idea of having sex with a student wasn’t something she would even dream of. After all, it was forbidden. But, this guy was tempting her. He was a bad boy, not someone all good and innocent, and that’s what drew her to him. She wanted him because of that, because he seemed to evoke that feeling within, that feeling of doing something naughty.
That was the sole reason she even proposed the idea. The fact that she was actually going through it seemed surreal though. She thought that he was the type of guy that wouldn’t stoop so low, but, with his lips against her own, she smiled. She loved the fact that he was taking charge, pushing himself against her body on the desk, kissing her passionately.
He slipped his tongue in, and she smiled, feeling how nice this was. She began to let her lips mingle with his own, the passion, the desire, the lust that she had for the man making her moan even more than she thought that she would. She loved this. It was so perfect, and the fact that he was doing this to her right now only made her want so much more. It was definitely the perfect moment for her, the moment she’d been waiting for, and as he pushed his tongue practically down her throat, she felt like she was losing her damn mind.
Lust was the overpowering emotion that roamed through her. She felt his tongue ravage her own, licking and curling against her own hot mouth. She shivered, groaning out loud as he did this. He was definitely young, and while she knew he did have some experience, it was obvious that he still had a lot to learn.
Sam was surprised at how eager she was. He thought that Kristy was some sort of hot milf that always got what she wanted, but apparently, that wasn’t true. This time around, she seemed almost desperate, trying to drink up the pleasure that the other gave her with the kiss. The two of them spent a bit of time making out, before he pulled back and looked at her.
“You’re desperate,” he said.
“That I am,” she replied. She couldn’t deny that.
“Why though? I mean, you’re really hot, and you could probably get any man you dreamed of. So why?” he asked her.
She laughed, sitting back and looking at him. “You serious, kid?” she asked him.
He blushed. “I’m not a kid,” he said. He was nineteen.
“Compared to me you are. But, I am going to be real with you. I am a bit desperate. No for any reason other than I really just want you,” she said to him.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes. And plus, I know that you’ll work hard, since your grade is on the line,” she said in a sly manner.
He gulped, realizing that she was probably right. He then pushed his lips down her neck, inciting a few moans from her. Despite the fact that she probably had a lot more experience than he did, she seemed eager to have more of his touches, to have more of whatever he was doing to her body. He wanted this too. He never expected his teacher
of all people to be so wanton and desperate. It made all of this so much hotter to him, and it made him simply want to continue on forward.
He then started to suck on that part of her neck that made her moan, causing her to arch her back and cry out loud with every single touch. The fact that he could already get her like this honestly surprised both of them. Sam didn’t think he had that much game, and neither did Kristy. Kristy just assumed he would be some punk kid that would try hard, but wouldn’t get anywhere. The fact that both of them were so shocked by the actions of the other made it a whole lot more interesting.
Soon, Kirsty felt her body get moved to the desk, courtesy of his hands around her waist. He grasped her butt for a second, fondling the orbs there, and she let out a small moan.
