My professor (pm first)

My name is Stacey king, I am 19 and in my first year of college where I am studying to be a dancer, I love being at Julliard, even more I love being in new York City, seeing as its so expensive I work nights at a local club, one of the hottest ones in town and I have two roommates.. Not much time for romance and yet I really don't need one, I am in school three days a week and I work full time, hey this is the city that never sleeps.

I however have met the hottest, kindest, man I've ever known and yes I may only be 19 I have had many boyfriends in school, I was very popular it was in ninth grade I found my love of dance, I dated but dance always came first. I wasn't really interested in the boys I dated they were immature and I always seemed to be looking for something more. Here's how I get to the dilemma I am in now... This guy that I am into.. Is the wrong person to be into, he is my professor and he is 30 years old, I know he is single and has no children so at least my feelings aren't towards some taken man, I am so not that kind of girl.. I am big on being with the person your with and just that person, it's not like I even know my professor that well, all I know is he is always pushing me and he always makes me feel like I can be anything I want to be.. And hot talk about hot...

Okay enough Stacey, he's to old.. He's your professor and you wouldn't want him to lose his job.. But the more I am near him, the more I want him.. Another catch is I'm a virgin yes I have fooled around but never really thought about sex until now.. Now I imagine him teaching me much more than Just Dance.. I know it is wrong but I can't help it, and I am finding it harder and harder to keep to myself.. My roommates have caught on.. Thank heavens no one else has...

It's a good thing I am good at hiding my feelings, but when he is near me, my heart beats like its going to come right out of my chest, my hands get clammy, and I know sometimes I bite my lip.. Something I do when I am nervous.. I am worried will he notice... I know he would never cross those lines.. But I can fantasize and god how I fantasize about him... And another secret.. I secretly want to be taken, I am submissive it's my nature.. Now all I have to do is try like hell to keep my secrets.. And keep my cool when my professor is near.. I have no time for a man anyway with work, and class..

Fuck me, is all I can think... Why is the first person that gives you butterflies and makes you want to learn sexually from is your damn professor..

Your probably wondering what I look like well I am a dancer I stay fit.. But I am no snob, I am a very down to earth girl and I am here on a scholarship nothing has ever been handed to me.. Okay enough about me... Here's what I look like.

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Looking for one male to play my professor, a detailed roleplay of temptation and submission.. Love and denial pm first

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Dance Professor


I look over the students in my advanced dance class that has been together for a few months. Twenty of them, ten men and ten women, selected by the Julliard admittance committee of which he was a member. They are considered the best of the best based on their applications and auditions. With the school offering Dance, Drama, and Music, most of the students were aspiring to be an actress, actor, dancer, musician, or entertainer. Some of the students were given scholarships and didn’t have to worry about paying the expensive tuition. But with the tuition at the exclusive school is a minimum $43,000, without dorm rooms. While some of them lived in the dorms, a lot of them found groups off campus to share housing costs and some have found various odd jobs to help offset their expenses.

I am honored to have been selected as the dance professor, having graduated from the school and almost making it as an actor. I did a few off Broadway plays and while my dancing was excellent, my acting was ok but not enough to get the attention of the big talent agents. I did a few commercials, modeling, and even did some time as a male stripper. I know that the school likes young professors to teach the modern generation and I figure I have about ten more years before I am replaced by a younger more vibrant person. Hopefully by then I will have opened my own private dance and acting practice. But while I am here at Juilliard, I will enjoy the women and fulfill my secret desire to introduce them into the world of submission.

I admire the enthusiasm of the students in my class to learn the different dance styles of the day. They are all eager to learn and they are all in great shape. Hell you have to be in great shape to learn all the dances because you never know when you will be called upon to perform. There is always one woman who stands out to me in every class and this class is no different. I look at Stacey King and see her adoring eyes, long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, and a great body. As we go through the routines of stretching before the grueling workouts, I see her glancing in my direction, sitting on the floor, her legs wide open stretching her thighs and calves, bending over to grab an ankle. It is almost as if she is inviting me to crawl between her outstretched thighs and take her.

Stacey has talent and I continue to give her encouragement along with the rest of the class to become the best they can be. But there is something special about her and I find myself thinking about her at night when I am alone in my apartment. I think it is foolish to think that a 19 year old with great looks and a killer body could want a 30 year old professor. Hell with her looks she could get any man she wants but that doesn’t stop me from having erotic thoughts about her. The three days of the week she is in my class, I find it harder and harder not to approach her when I see what I perceive to be teasing looks.

Tonight I am going to the Devil’s Den a local hot spot with dancers who work for tips. I go for two reasons, one to watch the dancers and the other to possibly find a suitable submissive who would enjoy my toys. I sit near the back against the wall watching the dancers and the way they perform. Some of them are very suggestive and the men around the stage clamor for them to “take it off.” The club has a rule: the dancers can take off their tops but not their G-strings. The men are allowed to put their dollar bills into the skimpy move. It is stimulating but I also get some good ideas of how some of them are innovative in their movements and it has helped my teachings. Well somewhat.

Sipping a bourbon on the rocks, I watch the women undulate for the men almost salivating on the stage wishing they could do more than just watch. The lights change colors, illuminating the stage in blue, red, green, yellow, and purple. The women dancing are well endowed and their breasts shake and bounce in time to the heavy beat of the music. When the music ends, the reach down and grab the money lying on the floor and then a new set of dancers take the stage. There is one in particular that looks familiar but with the heavy makeup I can’t tell …… but she sure looks like Stacey King.

Stacey loved to dance, she even loved dancing at devils den, it wasn't your typical strip club, the owner was kind and didn't treat his girls like pieces of meat, he treated them with respect, and if any guy treated them with disrespect they would be thrown out on there ass, she respected that, but Stacey was also the type of girl that could handle her own. Yes she was a virgin, but that didn't mean she didn't have needs, didn't have desires, didn't have fantasies, about safe words, a very sexy professor, and being used yet cherished all at the same time.. But maybe that's all it was, was a fantasy.

She didn't mind dancing for men, she was putting myself through college and it wasn't as if she slept around or did anything scandalous, she was actually a low key girl, no-one would ever expect her to be a exotic dancer, yet here she was, but she used this as part of class as well, she used what she learned in dance class and added it to her set at the club, she also used some of her club dances in class as well.

She had been offered plenty of dates, yet there was only one man she found interesting, intriguing, mature, hot, and she wondered what he was like in and out of the bed room though she knew that was the last thing she needed to be thinking about, cause after all he was older, and he was her teacher.. Even if she wanted him to teach her so much more in and out of the classroom. Maybe this was just a simple school girl crush.

If she wasn't careful he would clearly see her looking at him, watching him when he was talking to the class, or talking to her, surely he would see she had a massive thing for him, and that was the last thing she needed. Why the hell did he have to be so fucking hot, and hardworking, something was so sexy about his passion for teaching, or maybe it was just the way that he carried himself. She sighed as she got ready for her set.

"Stacey your up." She heard as she stood from her seat, she wore enough makeup too ensure that no-one would recognize her, not knowing that she wasn't doing that good of a job in concealing her identity. She smiled as she looked in the mirror. Showtime she thought.

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Jack watches Stacey perform

Jack watches the woman who looks so much like his student. The way she moves seems so familiar and he can’t get over the remarkable resemblance. As she struts around the stage, it is the same strut he sees in the classroom, slow and seductive. A smile crosses his face when he knows it is her, his student on stage. The men around the stage are just as spellbound as Jack, watching her sway back and forth, and then move to the shiny pole. Swirling around the pole, sliding up and down, looking into the men’s eyes as if she is telling them she wants to fuck. Her moves are meant to entice the men to give up more money and it is working. They throw dollar bills at her feet while hollering for you to come closer and give them a private show.

There is a familiar stirring in his groins as he watches her move to stand with the pole behind her. Hands about her head, Jack watches as Stacey begins to slide down the pole until she is sitting on her heels, opening and closing her thighs, as if inviting them to come see what is hidden behind the G-string. The men smile and are pleased when you leave the pole, swinging your hips seductively along the edge of the stage and then squat down in front of a lucky patron, spreading her thighs open the way he has seen so many times in class. It is the one that teases him when she is stretching and then dancing with her partner.

The music ends and then another song begins and soon Jack sees his student reach behind her, undoing the snap and releasing her breasts to the pleasure of the men. Dancing around the stage topless, strutting and swinging her body into different positions like a contortionist drives the men wild. But the men around the stage are not the only ones who are being driven wild. Jack had no idea that she was such a seductive temptress and he began to think of having her for his own. His thoughts are interrupted when Sarah the waitress approaches my table.

“JJ I’m off in ten minutes,” she coos.

She has been one of my regular gals who love to be tied up, teased, and fucked. Her breasts are practically falling out of her skimpy top as I tell her, “Not tonight Sarah.” She sees my gaze fixed on the dark haired beauty dancing to the cheers of the men around the edge of the stage.

Sarah left a bit disgruntled and Jack studied Stacey as she squatted in front of a bald headed man. He is lost in thought of his student kneeling with her hands tied behind her back, opening her mouth to receive his cock. The swelling in his trousers grow as the image of his leather riding crop tip traces the outline of her body, smacking it and hearing her soft cries of pleasure.

When her set comes to an end and Stacey leaves the stage, Jack knows he needs to make a move to seduce her and it didn’t matter if she was his student. He was awe struck with the idea that he wanted her for himself. His cock is thick and hard and he knows he won’t be satisfied until she is his and his alone. He didn’t know if she had a boyfriend but that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was seducing her, having her in his arms, in his bed, and in his playroom, having her body all to himself. ‘Tomorrow’s class should be interesting,’ he thinks as he gets up and pays his bill. “Yes tomorrow will be very interesting,” he says softly as he leaves the nightclub.

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It wasn't as if she loved this job, she did it for her love of dance, and for the money as well. She got to the stage flawlessly. She took a deep breath and told herself it was showtime. She looked out at the men around the stage. She noticed a farmilar face, but stayed professional. Of all of the men to come into the club, it had to be her professor. Hopefully he wouldn't recognize her, that was something she didn't need.

She tried not to think about him sitting there watching her. Would he judge her she wondered. She was a good dancer, that much she knew, but she also sometimes felt a tinge of guilt or even a little shame in being a exotic dancer, though she knew there was nothing wrong in what she was doing. It was a little strange having her professor watch her this way, but it was also a sense of excitement watching him in front of her, as he watched her as well.

As she unsnapped her bra, she looked out at the men around the stage, she was a shy girl but when she was on stage all of that went away. Her classes came in handy when she danced at the club, she was in her zone and at least for the next few moments it wasn't as if her teacher was watching her on that stage. She closes her eyes as she danced seductively to the music, imagining it was just her alone dancing in that room.

When she was on that stage she wasn't a shy little virgin she was a sexy and exhilarating woman. Just Dance she told herself, she loved this, the thrill of it all. She wanted nothing more than to go to her teacher and tell her of his feelings but she just couldn't, so she just did her dance and tried to imagine he Was just another man sitting there watching him. Her breathing was a little heavy as she opened her eyes and tried not to let him see that she knew he was there, that would really make things awkward in class tomorrow.

She took a long deep breath as she ran her fingers through her very long hair. Why of all the guys she could like did it have to be her professor. She hoped that her teacher would not judge her in the least, then she was sure he was there watching her so she knew he wouldn't have a right to judge her. Her chest was heaving heavily as she looked over at him and then went back to her dance. She was glad when her set ended, she'd be able to take rest and also get him off of her mind, if that was even remotely possible.

She was to young. He was her professor. She was a virgin what would he want with her anyway she thought to herself. She headed of the stage and into the back where she grabbed one of the hanging robes. "You look more flushed then usual." One of the other girls said to her she blushed and told her why and they nodded in understanding. She changed back into her own clothes and then had a bouncer walk her to the car and then she headed home and wanted to sleep and hopefully tomorrow she could keep herself calm while she was in his presence.

Jack takes Stacey as a partner in class

Sleep escapes Jack as the vision of Stacey dancing on the stage remained embedded in his brain. He chuckled when he thought about how he used to dance in front of women, swaying seductively as their hands groped at his G-sting, some of them accidently on purpose cupping his cock. Thinking about Stacey and her sultry moves to make men throw money at her feet, reminded him of some of the dance moves they did in class. The way she moved on the stage, gave him the impression she was sexually active. As sleep overtook him, he wondered if she had a boyfriend and if so, would she reject his advances.

He was standing over her as she kneeled in front of him, her hands running up and down his thighs moving ever closer to his member waving freely in front of him. “Take your time Stacey and get to know my cock very well,” he whispered. He saw her suggestive smile and then her mouth opened, taking the tip of his cock between her lips, sucking it gently while her eyes were locked on his. Jack moaned, feeling the wetness of her mouth sucking harder and then he felt his cock throbbing ready to explode. He was panting hard looking down at her when his eyes opened and he realized he was dreaming.

Looking at the clock, he saw it was still an hour before he had to get up but he knew it would be useless to try to sleep after that sensual erotic dream. Taking a shower, he wondered if she saw him at the nightclub last night. He also wondered if she would reject his advances today. Just the thought of her made his cock thicken and sensual thoughts of them together swirled in his brain.

Walking into the dance class, he wondered how he would react to seeing her today. Stacey filed in with the other students and he saw her glance in his direction and then quickly look away. Jack watched the students begin to stretch and noticed that one student was missing. “Where is James? Does anyone know where James is today?” he asked.

“He’s sick today,” announced Jamie a buxom blonde.

Jack looked over the students, knowing exactly what he was going to do. “Well we will have to improvise. Stacey you will be my partner today. Everyone else find a partner. We are going to work on our ballroom dancing and start out with the foxtrot.”

There was a loud groan from the students. “I know you all want to swing those young bodies of yours,” he says looking at Stacey. “You have to be proficient in all types of dances. You never know when you will be called upon to audition for a part that requires this dance. Stacey, if you please.”

Jack watched Stacey walk toward him, seeing her eyes moving up and down his torso and then locking on his gaze. Signaling one of the students to start the music, he held his arms out, his posture perfect as he watched Stacey move into his arms. He didn’t want to only dance with her, he wanted her pleasure. Moving through the first few steps, he looked down at her, smiling. “I saw you last night and I was very impressed with your dancing,” he said knowing he had her right where he wanted her.

She got home and took a nice hot bubble bath, the entire time trying to keep him out of her mind. She knew he had to know it was her, but maybe just maybe the makeup hid her looks pretty well. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes sinking herself deep into the water. She wanted to forget that he seen her there, she was quite embarrassed that her teacher had seen her that way. She sighed when she finished in the bathroom, then she pulled on a tank top and panties and crawled into bed.

She wanted nothing more than to stop thinking about him, but it was nearly impossible, she took a deep breath and tried to fall asleep. She sighed as her thoughts went back to him, she could imagine them dancing dirty together his hands all over her body, learning her, as she learned of him. Then her thoughts went to him taking her virginity, these were not the kinds of thoughts that she needed to he having.

She might have been a virgin, but at the same time she definitely had fantasies, and most of them Focused on her professor, she wondered what it would be like to be in the type of relationship she fantasized about, which was dom/sub ... A line of love and punishment, she wondered, no she needed to stop wondering about this or she would never get to sleep. She nearly screamed into her pillow. She tossed and turned throughout the entire night.

She woke the next morning her breathing heavy and she was tired. She had a banana and yogurt for breakfast. She then grabbed a cup of coffee and then got dressed. She got to campus parked her car and then headed to her dance class. Once in class she looked at him and then quickly looked away. She wore a dress with a lacy bra and lacy panties, it was east to move in. She looked up when he started to search for James.

James was often her partner. She looked to the floor and then up to the rest of the class. She looked up at him as he spoke. Her eyes widened a little when he mentioned that he was going to be her partner. She was soon going to be very close to her teacher. Stacey enjoyed any type of dance this was no exception. She laughed a little to herself. She loved any dance slow and seductive fast and fun. Stacey stood and she realized her palms were a little sweaty.

She looked him over as she walked towards him. He was a fine looking man. She could feel the pounding of her chest as she walked into his arms. She wondered if he'd be able to hear the racing of her heart. His smile was so damn sexy she felt weak in the knees. She gulped when he spoke to her, she knew her face turned so many shades of red. "I.. It's a living." She said she didn't want him to judge her.

Jack and Stacey show dance to students

He knew he had surprised her, when she gulped, seeing her cheeks turn rosy red. As she was telling him she was dancing because "it was a living," Stacey missed a step. Jack quickly recovered and stopped, seeing her eyes looking at the floor. He turned to see the looks on the faces of the other students, and then he leaned close to her ear. "It's ok Sracey," he whispered.

Jack could smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume and he had the sudden urge to nibble on her ear and feel her soft mounds bore into his chest. Pulling away slightly, he gave her a soft almost sensual smile. Then turning his head toward the students watching, he instructed one of them to start the music again.

Looking back at Stacey, he looked into hypnotic eyes. "Shall we try again?" They remained silent, dancing flawlessly through the entire piece. When they finished, he turned again to the students telling them to pick a partner and do the foxtrot. They watched the other students moving around the room and occasionally Jack would correct someone or give words of encouragement. When the music ended he put his arm around her waist guiding her back onto the floor. "Ok everyone let's keep working on your form and posture."

Taking Stacey back into his arms, they moved effortlessly around the floor, stopping a few times when there was a missed step. It was not all Stacey either as he made a few mistakes of his own because he was not thinking about the music. He was thinking about what it would feel like having her naked, making love to her, having her submit to his desires of love and obedience.

When the class ended, he guided her away from the other students. "You did very well today Stacey. But you need a little bit more work on your form. If you are free I want you to stay after class and we can work on your form together. Is that OK with you?"

If she stayed, Jack knew he would not be content to just help her with the technical parts. He wanted more and he wondered if she would reject his advances.

She had really hoped he wouldn't notice her there but he had, and it wasn't like she could turn back now or anything. She blushed a deep red, and got mad at her mishap of a step for she was a perfectionist. She couldn't meet his eyes as she looked to the floor as if following the steps of his feet. Dammit she hated making mistakes. He was so close to her, it was almost hard to breath when he told her it was ok.

Of all the days for her partner to call out this had to be one of those days. That smile was enough to make any woman weak in her knees. She took a deep breath scolding herself that they had to start the music again. Her eyes watched him carefully, as if trying to get a read on him. She could only nod her head. This time she was on top of her game. She was glad for the brief break. She watched her follow classmates with admiration.

Her heart raced so hard against her chest as once again he took her in her arms. She nodded her head ok. She didn't miss to many steps, but it was hard not to being this close to him. She had to practice her controlled breathing. Relax she warned herself. She bit her lip worried that she hadn't done good enough. She smiled when he spoke. She felt her form was good, but he would no better then her. "Of course. " She says softly

Jack kisses Stacey for the first time

Jack was pleased when Stacey agreed to stay after class. He could feel his heart beat a bit faster when she was near him and during class he had the temptation to lean over and kiss her as they danced together. The feel of her arms on his and the occasional brushing of her breasts against his chest sent shivers down his spine. After the students left the room, they were alone and he wondered if she would reject what he was about to do.

“Thanks for staying Stacey. I really appreciate your desire to get ahead,” he said as Rachel, the last student to leave the room, looked back before closing the door. Jack could see a questioning look on her face as if to say, why does she get all the private attention. Jack shrugged off the thought and turned to Stacey.

Before she could speak, Jack put his hand on her arm and guided her to the full length mirrors on one of two walls. “Ok let's get started. There are some technical things I think you can work on that will make you better,” he said as he turned on the music. Holding his arms out to form a frame. He smiled when she moved into his arms and then he said, "Here we go."

They moved effortlessly through the first few steps, their eyes fixed on each other. When they got to the third movement where he was supposed to step backward, he stopped and pulled her into his arms. It is now or never, he thought as his lips moved to hers before she knew what was happening.

Jack was surprised and pleased when she didn't struggle to get away from him. When his arms circled her waist, drawing her tighter into the kiss, he was felt her arms wrapping around his neck. The kiss was deep and sensual, lips touching, sliding against the other and then their tongues, slipped out to meet. He could feel his whole body shiver like never before. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on her she would be the special student. But would she reject his advances as his hands moved over her back and down to her tight buttocks.

Finally when the kiss was broken he looked into her eyes. “I have been wanting to kiss you for a long time Stacey. I hope I didn't overstep my bounds," he said waiting for her to answer him. If she took this small step then he was ready to ask her to take the next one.

She didn't hesitate to agree to stay after class, why would she it gave her extra time to be alone with him. Just looking at him made her heart race, she couldn't imagine being alone with him, what that was going to do to her. She knew this was just him being a good professor nothing more nothing less. Her heart was racing so hard against her chest she thought it may pound right out. She smiled when be thanked her for staying.

She wasn't the type of girl to do anything but work hard to get ahead, she didn't want any type of special treatment. She took a deep breath not even sure why that thought had popped into her brain. She smiled as he turned back to her. When he touched her arm she felt shivers run through her entire body. She nodded her head when he told her to get started. That was all she wanted was to get better and be the best that she could be.

She watched as he held his arms out. She took a deep breath as she walked into his arms. She had to admit they danced wonderful together. She looked a little stunned when he pulled her into his arms and her heart raced. When she felt his lips press against her own, she felt her entire body respond. She should have pulled away, they were in the classroom after all, but the last thing she wanted was to pull away..

He pulled her closer and she wrapped her hands around his neck, she wanted this just as much as he seemed to. He tasted so good she thought to hersel, to good she thought, how many nights had she thought about this, dreamed about this. So much she had lost count. She found her hands wrapping into his hair, a fire burning throughout her entire body and in all the right places. She thought to herself though, why all of the girls was he kissing her.

She moaned against his lips, just his simple touch was making her insane with passion for him. She looked back into his eyes, her breathing now heavy and unsteady. She had wanted to kiss him just as much. She found it hard to catch her breath to form a legitimate sentence, but she finally did. "I have wanted you too for so long... But I'm your student." She said softly breathlessly and then thought to herself she wasnt a one night stand one kind of girl.

She smiled softly waiting on his reply.

Jack invites Stacey to his home

Jack watched her eyes survey his face after their lips separated and he told her he had wanted to kiss her for a long time. When he had seen her during her audition when she danced for the committee, he felt something tugging at his heart. The way she moved and answered the committee’s questions, told him she was the one who could help fulfill his erotic desires and he had the feeling he would more than fulfill hers.

He felt a sense of relief that she wasn’t going to run away or call security when she told him she too had wanted him for a long time. But she added …. “But I'm your student." It was a comment and question all rolled into one. He had thought about the relationship between professor and student and knew the facility frowned on such personal relationships. But it was bound to happen when two people are attracted to one another no matter the situation.

Looking into her eyes, he gave her a smile. He knew that what he was about to say would either cement their relationship or send her to the dean, claiming sexual harassment. But he needed to tell her. He wouldn’t tell her how he wanted to put her into restraints and pleasure her body while she squirmed under him. Or having her over his special bench as he administered punishment for disobeying him. No that would have to wait for later when he was sure of her submissiveness and willing to serve him.

“Yes Stacey you are a student in the classroom. But I find myself attracted to you not as a student but as something much more. The first day I saw you, I knew there was a connection and I can’t help but think you feel the same way from the looks you give me every day when we are in class. I think about you every day and you don’t know how many times I have wanted to kiss you the way I just did.”

His head dipped again, meeting her lips, finding her receptive to his advances. The kiss was more passionate than the first and his hands roamed over her back. One hand found the tightness of her firm ass cheek from so many years of exercising while the other moved up along her side. When his hand found the curvature of her breast, he moaned into her mouth feeling his own desire mounting in his trousers. The feel of her breast seemed to fit his hand so perfectly and he thought of her naked, his hands and mouth exploring her body.

But the thought of where they were loomed in his brain. It was dangerous to be in the classroom in broad daylight kissing his student. What if someone were to enter the room and see them clutching each other. Things would not bode well for him and he was sure she would yell rape or something. No, they needed to be alone somewhere and that somewhere would be his home. Breaking the kiss, he felt his breathing growing more rapid as he looked at her. “Stacey this is too dangerous for us to be doing this here. I want you to come to my home tonight and we can have a nice dinner. If you do come I only ask that you wear something sexy and seductive. Will you be my guest for dinner?” It was his first small request and it would tell him a lot if she accepted his offer for supper and show up wearing something seductive. And if everything went well at dinner, he would welcome her into his world of lust, pleasure, and obedience.

This was so very wrong yet this felt so right, she had never felt like ths before, she had never wanted anything more then she wanted him. She wondered however was this all about sex for him. She had never wanted someone like she had wanted him, but in what way did they want one another. She took a deep breath and looked at him, why did he have to be so damn hot... And dreamy. She didn't want to be a reason why he would lose his job.

She looked up into his eyes wondering what he was thinking. She looked at him carefully waiting for him to say something to response to what he said. She shouldn't care if he was her teacher, they were grown adults, but she had to care. His smile could make any woman go weak in the knees she was no exception. Her heart was racing at the feelings he was bringing out in her. She didnt pull away if anything she felt as if she was being pulled more into his world.

She didn't begin to understand what type of relationship her professor would want from her. All she knew right now is she wanted his lips against hers once more. She could feel her pulse racing as she looked at him. She looked into his eyes when he spoke to her. She felt the same way he did, but she was sure even more so than him. So he did catch her watching him, she must not have been as subtle as she thought.

His words were like music to her ears, cause she felt the same way. Once his lips pressed against hers again, she felt a fire shoot through her entire body. As he touched her she moaned against his mouth. As he touched her firm Ass she sighed, it felt so good, he felt so good. When he touched her sensitive breast she groaned. She had never really been this close to a man before. Being in the classroom probably wasn't the smartest thing to do.

Although she couldn't help but to admit to herself that she wanted more. She could feel her hands slightly shaking. Even if something happened between them she would never use her against him. She wondered what he was thinking about. She looked at him intently as he broke the kiss. She nodded her head in agreement, the last thing she wanted was for them to get caught, and for him to get in trouble. Go to his home, she thought taking a deep breath, she had to tell him that she was a virgin, wait she thought it might not even get that far.

She could do that, wear something sexy. "I would love to." She said softly. She looked at him softly not sure to move away or not. She looked at him and smiled. "I better go, I wouldn't want to be late for dinner." She said still breathlessly.

Jack prepares for Stacey's visit

Jack was hoping Stacey would not rebuff his suggestion they meet for dinner at his home. He could have suggested a restaurant or even her apartment but he wanted privacy. A restaurant would be too busy and noisy and he knew she had some roommates, though he didn’t know how many. At her apartment, it may not be good to meet some other students who may not take kindly to a professor dating a student.

When she said she would love to have dinner at his home, his heart leap. What happened tonight would shape their future relationship. He was not looking for a one night stand but a long relationship that created pleasure for both of them. He smiled when she said she had better go as she didn’t want to be late for dinner. She didn’t know it now but if things worked out she would learn that she would be required to be punctual or she would suffer some discipline. But for now he was not going to put any constraints on her.

“Yes you’re right Stacey. We need to make sure we appear to have a normal student professor relationship.” He walked to his desk on the far side of the room and wrote down his address. When he handed it to her, he held her hand for a long moment. “I will have dinner ready for us and would appreciate you arriving no later than 7 pm.” He didn’t put the added wordage that if she was late, she would face some sort of discipline. “Until we meet tonight,” he said in a soft voice as he pulled her back into his arms.

It seemed that now that they kissed he couldn’t get enough of her. He leaned forward, kissing her deeply, his tongue slithering out to tease her lips and then slip inside to find her tongue waiting. The kiss deepened and their arms wrapped around each other, pulling their bodies closer and Jack could feel the two mounds pressing against his chest. He didn’t want to break the spell but he knew it was dangerous to carry on in the class room.

When they broke the kiss, he watched her walk to the door and then turn as if to say something but instead she smiled. “I’ll see you at seven Stacey,” he said as she disappeared into the hallway. Jack sat at his desk for a few minutes mulling over the events of the last few minutes. ‘Would she show up tonight? What happens if she has doubts about going to his home alone? Only time will tell,” he thought as he walked out of the classroom.

View attachment 1795612 was just outside the city, sitting alone in a wooded area with a long winding drive. The house was in foreclosure when he was looking to buy and he got the house for a steal. The realtor was amazed that he got it but the bank wanted it off their list of liabilities. The home had a high fence around the back of the house that had a swimming pool and Jacuzzi. Jack busied himself when he got home, picking up stray pieces of clothing and straightening up. He looked at the door that led to his playroom and decided that tonight he would not introduce her to it. No he had to take this one step at a time. Hell he didn’t ask her if she had a boyfriend. For all he knew she was enamored with him and was trying to get a better grade and report in the class. Tonight would go a long want to find out if their relationship would flourish or die an early death.

Slipping into a blue shirt and black slacks he looked into the mirror. Unbuttoning the top two buttons, he smiled seeing the bare skin of his chest. He combed his hair and when he was ready, he went into his study and sat at his leather chair, sipping a bourbon on the rocks waiting for Stacey. Looking at his watch, he saw it was 6:50 and he wondered if she would show.

Stacey thought about dinner with Jack.. She had been so used to calling him sir, or professor it felt a little strange in calling him by his given name. She thought about what it would be like to be alone with him really alone with him. She wondered if that was the best thing for her to do, but she was wanted to, she wanted nothing more than to be alone with him. Her hands were shaking just a bit at the thought of being close to him, alone with him.

She admitted to herself and to him that she would love to have dinner with him. She found herself biting her lip, her thoughts about him going all over the place. She had to keep reminding herself to breath. She very seldom was late for anything and she didn't want tonight to be an exception. She had to admit to herself that she was a little more than nervous. She looked up and smiled at him. His voice when he said her name made small tingles to go throughout her body.

She nodded her head in agreement. She watched as he walked to his desk. He handed her his address but didn't let go of her hand and she didn't even try and pull it away. "I won't be late." She whispered huskily. She however liked the fact of his expectations of her, something about his tone made her heart race. Back in his arms, she turned into jelly all over again. Oh how he tasted so good. She didn't want to stop, she was burning up all over from the inside out.

She didn't want to pull away, but they were playing with fire while they were there. She had never tasted anything sweeter then him. She took a long deep breath when they pulled apart from one another and she headed to the door, turning to smile at him. "Seven. " She said breathless as she left his classroom. She leaned against the wall, her legs still feeling a little wobbly. I have a date with my professor she thought to herself.

She headed home to her apartment, she needed to figure out what to wear, she wanted to wear something sexy and alluring, yet something that would take his breath away. One of her roommates were in the kitchen making dinner, the other still at work... One staying at her boyfriends. "Stacey your all flushed. " Winnie said with a smile. "Long class, I need to get a shower and get ready I have a date tonight. " She could see Winnie ready to pry.

"I'll tell you all about it if things go well. " Damn well knowing she wouldn't Stacey was a very private person. They both laughed made small talk and Stacey went to take a shower. She showered thinking about going to her professors house. Her chest started to race, she finished her shower and then got dressed. http://www.discountstripper.com/images/products/detail/4121E.jpg

She then left her long brown hair hang, and put some light makeup on, and placed her favorite scent on which was Victoria's secret forbidden.. Seemed to fit she thought with a laugh. She pulled on a long dressy coat and jumped in her car, she GPS the address and headed to his home, her hands shaking lightly. She pulled in right on time and took a deep breath as she rang the bell, sure he would be able to see how nervous she was.

Jack welcomes Stacey to his home.

At 6:55 Jack heard the sound of a car and moments later the doorbell rang. He smiled as he got out of his favorite leather chair and walked to the front door wondering if she was wearing something sexy like he asked. When he opened the door, he saw a different Stacey than he saw in class. This Stacey was wearing a long overcoat but what struck him was her beauty. In class they were wearing tights and sweat pants most of the time with an occasional dress. But standing before him was a women who wanted to impress him and she did.

“Please come in Stacey. You’re right on time and I like punctuality. Let me take your coat,” he said slipping it off her shoulders and hanging it in the foyer closet. Turning back to her, his eyes took in her slinky dress and he noted that she had picked out the right dress to impress him. “Hmmm very lovely and very sexy,” he said pulling her into his arms.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” he whispered pressing his lips to hers. He loved the way her arms automatically circled his neck while his arms circled her waist. Both of them were pulling against each other until their bodies were firmly pressed together. One hand moved to the middle of her back while the other one remained on the small of her back just above her buttocks. The kiss was deep and passionate, their lips sliding seductively against one another while their tongues slipped in and out teasing the other with thoughts of pleasures to come.

As the kiss lingered, blood was rushing to his loins, his cock thickening as he thought of wanting to pick her up and carry her to his bedroom and throw her on the king sized bed. Thoughts of lying naked with her sprinted through his head and then he was thinking of pushing her down onto her knees, letting her taste and savor his hard muscle. ‘Whoa man. She just walked in the door and you already have her naked. Take your time. Don’t be so anxious. Hell she may still bolt out of the house if she gets scared,’ he thought as the kiss finally came to an end.

He as breathing a bit hard and he noticed she was too. “How rude of me Stacey. You have only been in my house for less than a minute and I have not acted as the proper host. Let me show you around before dinner,” he said putting his hand on her back and guiding her into his spacious house.

He showed her the living room and his study, the formal dining room with their plates already set. They looked out the French Doors to the pool and Jacuzzi and then entered the kitchen where the smell of the chicken cooking filled the room. Pulling her into his arms Jack looked into her face to see if she was more relaxed than when she was in the foyer. It appeared to him she was starting to relax as he told her, “I hope you don’t mind but I took the liberty of cooking a chicken breast along with cooked carrots and broccoli. I should have asked you in class but I forgot.”

Before she could say anything, he leaned down to kiss her again, pressing her against the island. Thoughts of taking her in the kitchen bent over the island started to fill his mind when the sound of the stove buzzer went off. Pulling his lips from her, he smiled, “It looks like the food is all ready for us.”

He took her hand and guided her into the formal dining room and pulled out her chair. “I’ll show you the rest of the house after dinner. I’ll get our plates and can I get you some wine? I have reds and whites so name your poison,” he said with a soft laugh. He was so glad she accepted his offer for dinner. He liked being around her and he hoped that after tonight they would become lovers.

She didn't want to show up to early or to late so she opted for right on time. She hoped the dress she picked out wasn't to sleazy the last thing she wanted him to think was that she was a slut. She smiled nervously as he opened the door. She had to control the nervous beating of her heart and or her sweaty palms. She was at a loss for words of what to say. She wanted nothing more than to make a good impression on him.

She smiled softly as he asked her to come in. "I find it rude to be late, unless there are circumstances you cannot control." She said sweetly. She turned for him to take her coat and watched as he carefully hung it up. Was the dress a bit much she wondered to herself. She was grateful that he seemed to be impressed and her heart sped up when he pulled her into his arms. She closed her eyes wanting to just feel and taste his lips.

She didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around his neck, she wanted to taste him as much as he wanted to taste her. Her dress left much to the imagination, and yet just enough. His touch sent heatwaves through her body. There kiss was like a dance, they knew exactly how to make there tongues dance with one another and at one point it elicited a small moan from her lips escaping into his mouth. She was completely on fire and she realized she had no control, for he was bringing feelings out in her she had never quite felt before.

She had no idea of what jack was really like in or out of the bedroom or out of the classroom. Her legs had them same jelly like feeling that she had felt in the classroom. Her hands wrapped in his hair as if pulling him closer to her. She couldn't imagine if just his kiss could mesmerize her this much, she wondered what it would be like if they went any farther. If wasn't like her to think of sex on the first date but something about Jack made her ache for more.

She was breathless when the kiss came to a end. Her eyes were full of passion and more for him. She didn't think of it as rude, considering she was craving for more. She smiled sweetly as she looked softly at him. "Yes please." She said in reference to him showing her around his house. His home was absolutely stunning. The food smelled delicious it had been a long time since someone cooked for her. She had relaxed immensely since before she stepped into the house.

She looked into his eyes softly. "It smells delicious, I am sure I will love it." She said her heart racing once again. Each time he kissed her he took her breath away once more. God bless America she thought to herself she could feel her nipples harden and her pussy dampen. She couldn't even think of food at the moment. She accepted his hand as he led her into the dining room and like a gentleman he pulled out her chair.

"Thank-you." She said as she took her seat. She nodded her head to the wine, maybe it would relax her a little more. She giggled and told him she would take red. She was glad she was there. She looked over the table at her as she finally got her hormones in check.

Jack smiled when she told him she wanted some red wine. “I have an excellent selection of red. I’ll be right back with the wine and food,” he said as he turned to go back into the kitchen. He looked over his shoulder at Stacey seeing her looking at the paintings on the wall. Some of them were suggestive in nature, a semi-naked woman with a man standing behind her, his arms wrapped around her covering her breasts, a woman lying on her stomach with a sheet covering her buttocks and breasts and an expressive facial expression that articulated sensuality. “I got those from a friend of mine who is a painter down in the Village. It was the least I could do to help him out. He doesn’t make a whole lot of money though he has some of his paintings in a gallery that caters to the unusual.”

He left her to fetch the food and wine and soon returned. “Here we are,” he said putting a plate of food before her and then pouring a glass of wine. He poured himself a glass and then raised his glass in toast. “To us and a beautiful relationship.”

They clinked glasses and sipped their wine and Jack noticed a certain sparkle in her eyes. It was the same sparkle he had seen in her auditions and in every class. And now she was sitting so close to him and his breathing quickened just being around her. He had dated other women but there seemed to be something missing; that spark that got his blood boiling. Ever since he met Stacey he knew she was special but would she balk at his fetishes or would she embrace them. Only time would tell if she would follow him into the world of pleasure, obedience, and love.

To him submission was not being a mere slave but a mutual understanding between two individuals. A certain trust had to be attained between them. Would she be agreeable to submit to his wishes if all went well? Hell this was just a first date and he was hoping to sow the seeds of that trust tonight. He didn’t know if she would have sex with him tonight but what was most important was having her begin to trust him. Jack had made the assumption at the Devil’s Den that she was sexually experienced but did she like him enough to go to bed with him tonight? Jack looked at her taking small bites of her food and looking at him between bites.

“I think we should know a little bit more about each other Stacey,” he said putting his fork down and picking up his glass of wine. “Let me begin,” said softly taking a sip of wine. “I grew up in a small town in Indiana and was good at sports in high school but I wanted to be an actor. I applied to Juilliard and got accepted into their Drama program. Dance was a part of it and I came to love the dance and all it represents in expression. One and be aloof and dance alone or one can dance suggestively like you did at the nightclub last night.” He saw her eyebrows raise a little and he added, “I told you I thoroughly enjoyed watching you dance.”

“Where was I,” he said taking another sip of wine. “Oh yes Juilliard. Well I did some modeling for a clothing line and then I got an offer from a friend to dance at the Wild Buffalo Lounge.” He saw her smile broaden. “Yes Stacey I stripped for money ….. good money that helped me pay for my schooling. Maybe someday I’ll show you some of my moves,” he laughed. After school I got a few offers to do commercials but nothing concrete and I knew my days as an actor were numbered. Anyway I was looking for a job opportunity and the position of professor of dance came up and here I am.”

He sipped his wine and then picked up a piece of chicken and put it into his mouth. After chewing it, he asked her. “Tell me a little about yourself Stacey.” He knew it was important to develop a relationship before he introduced her to the carnal pleasures of his world. He sat looking at her wishing that they were kissing again, touching and caressing their bodies until they had to satisfy their most lustful desires.

She was glad she was sitting, she was able to control herself a little more and calm down her nerves. She smiled over at him when he mentioned his excellent selection of red, she was sure he had a excellent selection of everything. When he left to get the wine and food, she took a very long deep breath. She started to look at the pictures on his wall, they were stunning. She loved art, all types of art, this was no exception.

She turned when he spoke. "They are stunning." She said with a bright smile. She felt so tense. She smiled gently as he placed a plate of food before her. It looked delicious. She smiled as he held his glass up to celebrate, she looked softly at him as they touched glasses. "To us." She agreed her heart racing. "This looks as delicious as this smells." She said and smiled tenderly at him.

Relax she reminded herself. So many things were going through her mind as she took a long deep breath. She had never wanted someone as much as she wanted him, but to say she was not nervous was a bit of a understatement, this was all so very new to her. She wished she could read his mind, then wondered if she'd really want to, that would take all the fun in learning about him away. She took A drink of the wine, and enjoyed the taste.

She wanted to learn each and every thing he could teach her, but the fact of her age, him being her teacher, and her being a virgin it all made her very insecure. She needed not think so much. Just looking at him made her blood boil, he was so damn hot. She noticed him looking at her, but she didn't think much about it. A little nervous she took small bites of the food, more so because it was delicious.

She looked over at him as he spoke, she nodded her head about getting to know one another. She smiled when he began to speak. She listened intently giving him her undivided attention as she did so. She couldn't imagine him being from a small town, he seemed so worldly. He would have made a Amazing actor she thought. She loved hearing what he was passionate about. She blushed at the mention of her dancing at the nightclub.

She smiled when he told her he enjoyed watching her dance. She too took a drink of her wine, as she felt a little more relaxed. She looked at him softly. Her eyes widened a little at the mention of him dancing. What a sight he must have been as a stripper. She felt her nipples hardening thinking of him stripping his body moving to the music, and at the mention of him showing her some moves, she hoped he wouldn't notice.

She was sure he would have been a incredible actor. She smiled and looked at him her eyes sparkling. When he asked about her she smiled. "I'm not as interesting as you, but I'll tell you what I can." She said and smiled. "I started dancing in highschool I was pretty popular but not a snob, we had a dance program and I joined, I do all styles of dance it's what I live for, it's my passion in life, though I was popular dance always came before the parties and the dating. My family doesn't have much, but they made sure to put enough away for me to go to school here in New York.. And I love it here."

she took a deep breath. "I love to cook as well, and I love to read in my spare time.. And I love all forms of art.. But if you want to know more... Please feel free to ask." She said knowing she left a big opening even if she didn't realize it.

Jack and Stacey finish their meal

The look on Stacey’s face made him smile when he talked about being a male stripper and telling her he would have to show her his dance moves sometime. He saw her squirm in her chair, her breasts moving freely under the slinky dress. He was sure that she wanted to say that would be great to see him preform but she didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to for her body language told him everything he wanted to know for now.

As Jack waited for Stacey to speak he couldn’t help but notice the deep cleavage offered to him by her sexy cocktail dress. Her dark hair hung over her shoulders, its rich deep color matching the color of her dress. She was still chewing her last bite of food and he enjoyed the way her mouth moved slowly as she ate, thinking of how it would feel to have his cock in her mouth. ‘Would she nibble on it slowly or would she take him all in one daring gulp?’ he thought as she put down her knife and fork.

When she told him she was not as interesting as him, he smiled and said, “I wouldn’t bet on that Stacey.” Then he kept quiet and listened to her talk about dance in high school and how that was all she wanted to do. As she spoke he wondered about her comment that it was more important than parties and dating. ‘Was that really the case,’ he wondered looking at her sexy face and body once more. He was sure she had a lot of men who wanted to date her and then she was talking about her family.

“I’m glad your parents were able to help out a little with your education. And I’m glad to hear you love to cook and I look forward to having you prepare a meal for us.” The last comment about asking her if he wanted to know about her made him chuckle. “I’m sure there are many things I will want to know about you Stacey,” he said. He did want to know more about her thoughts on art and what books she liked but the thought of her kneeling before him, being his submissive and doing his bidding and being punished if she didn’t do something right, made him squirm a little in his chair. He found his breathing becoming a bit more rapid as he looked at the beautiful student who he wanted to know so much more about, both her thoughts and her body in an intimate setting.

Jack picked up his glass of wine and saw that Stacey’s glass was empty. He got up and walked around the table, pouring more wine into her glass. From his vantage point, he could see down the valley between her breasts. After pouring his wine, he pulled his chair around to the table to sit next to her. The closeness of her body to his made his heart race. Pouring more wine into his glass, he proposed another toast. “To a good meal and a wonderful evening,” he said clinking her glass.

He new they were done eating as he looked into her dark mysterious eyes. “Before I show you the rest of the house, I do have one question.” He saw her eyes searching his face. “Do you have a steady boyfriend? I find it hard to believe that a woman as beautiful as you has not caught the attention of the opposite sex. You said your dance came before parties and dates but I find it hard to believe that you didn’t find some interest in some guy.” He was pretty confident she didn’t have a steady boyfriend or he would have heard about it at school.

She was beyond nervous and she was sure it showed in the way that she bit her lip, or the way she seemed to squirm in her seat. She had never really been alone with a man before, only to the movies or dinner, but Never in one's house. She bit her lip, thoughts of seeing him dance before her sent little shivers of excitement through her body.

She took a deep breath and reminded herself to just relax, she was a grown woman, and she wanted to be here with him alone. She took a sip of her wine, in a attempt to put her mind and body at ease. She felt the rapid beating of her heart as she looked at him. His meal was delicious and she savoured her last bite.

She wondered what it would be like to dance naked with him, dancing with him as they had in the classroom but even more passionately. She placed her silverware gently on her plate. "That was delicious." She said with a sweet smile. She looked at him softly when he told her he wouldn't bet on her not being interesting.

She looked over at him as she told him a little about herself, still not feeling as interesting as he was. She didn't really want to date in highschool the boys were immature and her parents always told her she was far to mature for her age. She wasn't about to tell him that no one held her interest until she met him, she didn't want to embarrass herself, then she realized he probably wouldn't judge her anyway, but still she was a but insecure to tell him that.

She smiled over at him as she spoke of her family fondly. She blushed when he mentioned that he would look forward to her preparing a meal for the two of them, that meant he looked forward to spending more time with her, she wondered if the blush on her cheeks were showing. She bit her lip as he chuckled a little, real smooth she told herself as she looked softly at him. She felt her face flush as he mentioned that he was sure there was many things he would want to know about her.

She wonders where all of this was going, she wasn't looking for a one night stand, but at the same time, he was her teacher, ten years her senior and she was a virgin, what would she have to offer him. She was a little lost in her own thoughts, and she hoped he wouldn't notice. Calm down she reminds herself...what type of relationship was he looking for she wondered what was he into, why was she so concerned over all this, she had plenty of time to find all of this out.

She smiled up at him when he poured more wine into her glass. "Thank you." She said sweetly. He was so close, so close and he smelled so good, his cologne tickled her nose, and she could feel her nipples harden.. Surprising herself that just the scent of him could excite her. When he pulled his chair around to sit closer to her, her heart raced so much, she thought it might pound right out of her chest.

She sighed softly to herself. Relax. She smiled as he clinked his glass to hers once more. "To a wonderful evening" She said a blush rose to her cheeks once more. When he looked into her eyes, she felt that same familiar rush of blood shoot through her veins. She looked at him curiously when he mentioned that he had a question for her, now she was rather intrigued as to what he was going to ask her.

She found herself gently chewing on her lip once more as she awaited his question. She let out the breath that she had been holding. She looked at him a little serious. "Noone has caught my attention until now... I wouldn't be here with you if I were in a relationship." She admitted her heart racing as she answered his question.

Jack takes her on a tour of the upstairs.

Jack smiled when she answered his question with words he was hoping to hear. She admitted that he had caught her attention and if she was not interested she wouldn't have come to his house. Her face was a little flushed and he could feel the tension in the room between them. Something had to happen to either take this one step further or call it a night. He was pretty sure she didn't want to call it a night yet.

"I'm glad to hear that Stacey," he said standing and moving toward her. He held out his hand and when her small hand met his, he pulled her from the chair and into his arms. "We don't have to worry about the other students or anyone else barging in on us Stacey," he whispered as his lips lowered to meet hers. He felt her passion as their lips moved against one another, their tongues slithering out to tease the other one before retreating. One arm circled her neck while the other hand moved to cover a hidden breast. He could feel his muscle awakening and growing thicker in his trousers.

Breaking the kiss, their breathing was heavier as they looked into each other's eyes. "Take you wine glass and come with me," he said letting her breast free to pick up his wine glass. When she had picked up her glass, he smiled and said softly. "I want to show you the rest of the house."

As they walked silently to the ornate staircase, he wondered about her sexuality. She told him she didn't date much and he remembered the comment she made about her dates being immature. The thought of her being a virgin crossed his mind but he dispelled it as images of her dancing provocatively at the nightclub formed in his head. He was pretty sure she knew where they would end up when they reached the top of the stairs and if she were to balk at his advances, he figured she would do it now. But she didn't and he noticed she looked around as if committing everything to memory.

At the top of the stairs, he showed her the four guest rooms and then they ended up at his bedroom door. "This is my room Stacey," he said as he took a sip of his wine and guided her into the large bedroom with a king size bed and mirrors on one wall. He heard her gasp softly and then he turned her toward him. "I want you Stacey," he murmured as he kissed her, tasting the wine in her mouth. he wondered if she would run or would she stay. If she stayed he felt it was the beginning to a relationship of love .... trust .... and obedience.

She would never be with someone if she was dating someone she wasn't that type of girl, nor would she want anyone to do that to her.. But she didn't even think to ask him if his relationship status., her head was all over the place, and asking him that question was the last thing she needed to know right now, clearly he wouldn't have asked her to come to his home had he been seeing someone. She bit her lip, if anything she was probably to honest at times, but she felt as if that was a good quality to have. She had hoped he wouldn't notice how nervous or how tense she really was, but she couldn't help it.. This was all so new to her.

She wondered if this was all moving a little to fast, then she thought it didn't matter they were both adults and she wasn't the type to care what people thought. She looked at him softly and smiled. When he told her he was glad to hear she hadn't been seeing anyone, she felt the heat rush to her face once more, but when he moved towards her, she felt even more nervous. She gently took his hand and gasped a little when he pulled her into his arms... He felt so good. At the mention of other students or anyone not interrupting them, she felt the fast beating of her heart against her chest as his lips met hers.

His kiss made her weak in the knees as there tongues sought out the others, he tasted of wine and very much of man, she never wanted a man as much as she had wanted him.. Though she didn't really know Jack's particular taste. She found herself let out a illicit small moan when his hand was against her covered breast. She was breathing hard against his lips and she could feel her nipples harden, and the wetness between her legs. When he broke the kiss once again she felt as if she was all over the place mentally at least.

Looking into his eyes she managed to smile as she tried to catch her breath. She grabbed her wine glass carefully trying to control her shaking hands, the last thing she wanted to do was spill her wine either on him or his floor. His smile was captivating she thought to herself as she looked at him, gripping her glass tightly. "Thank-you." She said as she finally caught her breath and her hands stopped shaking. Just relax.. She reminded herself for the hundredth time that night. She needed to stop biting her lip, that was her tell that she was either turned on, nervous, or deep in thought at the moment it was all of the above.

She really hoped he wouldn't notice it, she didn't think it was much of a attractive look for her. She knew she wanted him, at the same time what would he think of her being a virgin. She shook her head, she was sure he wouldn't have a problem with her being a virgin, after all it wasn't as if she were waiting for marriage more so she was waiting for the right person.. She wasn't sure but Jack felt like the right person even if this night was moving rapidly fast. Most people didn't really believe she was a virgin especially the way she was so sexual in the way that she danced.

She took a deep breath and told herself there was no turning back now.. She was here and this was what she wanted.. And she wanted it with him. His house was amazing at every turn, as captivating as he was.. She always paid extra attention to everything and now was no different. Each room was decorated nicely she thought.. Though this didn't surprise her.. There was other rooms she was sure but at the moment she was sure there was only one room either of them were thinking of. She took a deep breath when he stopped and told her that this was his room.

She followed him into the room and looked around.. It was so very him she thought to herself looking at the kind size bed as well as the mirrors on one wall. She looked around once, and took a long drink of her wine, before she felt him turn her towards him. When he told her he wanted her and then kissed her once more she could feel her head spinning. She didn't pull away, she wanted him to.. She was a little what nervous or scared no not really scared.. But Never having been with a man before.. She wasn't sure what to expect she was told so many different stories.. But decided not to pay them any attention.

She wasn't sure if she should tell him she was a virgin or just keep that to herself.. She was still holding her wine glass as she looked at him her face flushed. After what felt like hours she spoke. "I want you too.. Jack." She hoped the shakiness in her voice would not show.

Jack undresses Stacey

When he heard Stacey tell him in a breathless voice that she wanted him too, his heart leapt with joy. He pulled her lips to his once more, passionately pressing his lips against hers, their tongues moving in and out, teasing each other.

Jack felt Stacey had made the decision to continue and though she could stop him at any time, he hoped she wouldn't stop what was about to happen between them. His own desire was growing and he wanted her ..... wanted to see her nakedness ..... wanted to touch and kiss every inch of her body.

As the kiss deepened he remembered the first time he saw her and knew then that she would be the one for him. The way she moved, danced, laughed, smiled, and talked made him want to spend more time with her. And now they were finally together .... alone in his bedroom ..... and he moaned into the kiss as excitement filled his entire being.

Jack tried to slow down his breathing and not take things fast. There would be plenty of time for fast and furious lovemaking but not tonight. Tonight he wanted to savor her body and mind. He knew in the future they would take it slow and easy and other times they would be so fueled with lust that they would tear each others clothes off. He thought of her submitting to his secret fetishes and he felt his cock thicken at the thought.

He could feel her nervousness and that was to be expected. He was nervous too, wanting to show her his desire for her. The last thing he wanted was to have her feel overwhelmed and tell him to stop.

He pulled his lips from hers and smiled. "Let me take these," he whispered taking her wine glass and setting them on the nightstand. Turning back to her, he took her into his arms and then spun her around facing the full length mirror. His hands were on her shoulders as his lips found the back of her neck. As his lips worked onto one shoulder, his fingers slipped under the thin straps of her sexy dress and slipped them off her shoulders.

Quickly his hands moved to slip the dress off her breasts and he moaned into the side of her neck when he saw the perfect mounds that he had dreamed about. Pushing the dress over her hips, he smiled at her image in the mirror, seeing the sexy black thong she chose to wear.

As the dress fell to the floor, his hands came up to cup her breasts, squeezing and massaging them as his lips traveled up and down the side of her neck. He pushed his hips against her backside, knowing she could feel his cock pressing against her. He sensed she was still a bit nervous and he whispered in her ear.

"Stacey put your hands behind you," he said in a more authoritative voice. It was not meant as a question but a soft demand. He moaned when he felt her hands slip between them as he stared at her nakedness in the mirror. "I like what I'm feeling ..... do you like what you're touching?" he moaned breathlessly into her ear as he nibbled on her earlobe.

She did want him that was no lie, she wanted him more then she had ever wanted anything in her life.. Even maybe more than her dancing. He had such a effect on her it made her heart jump with want and need. When he pressed his lips against hers once more she sighed into the kiss as there tongues played against one anothers. God he tasted so good she thought to herself.

She didn't want to stop anything that was going to happen, she wanted him that was a understatement, her body was feeling things she had never felt before.. And he hadn't even really even touched her yet. She was shaking ever so slightly as she thought of the night before them, again she tried to tell herself to just relax.

His kiss was making her so weak in the knees as she moaned lightly into his mouth.. She had a attraction to him the first day she walked into his class. He was so much more then a teacher to her... Yet she was so scared to admit it, one was age, two was he was her teacher, and three she was so inexperienced for him.. Surely he'd want a woman more equal to him. She heard his moan in her mouth and felt her nipples harden once more and her pussy was throbbing Now.

She closed her eyes momentarily lost in the moment. She should tell him that she wasn't as expierenced as he thought she might be. Her heart was beating so fast she felt as if he could hear it, over the silence in the bedroom. She looked at him softly as if she was trying to read his thoughts.. She wanted him so bad....but what if things didn't work out... What if she was to young in his eyes.. Oh she was being ridiculous she thought to herself.. If he thought she was to young she wouldn't be there in his bedroom with him.

She wanted to learn everything there was to learn about him.. They had plenty of time for that she thought to herself.

She was so nervous, maybe to nervous.. She didn't want to turn him off by how nervous she was. She looked at him softly, her eyes clearly showed just how much she wanted him. She licked her lips as she looked at him, wanting to say something.. But she just couldn't find the words.

When he pulled his lips from her own she sighed softly as she watched him. She handed him her wine glass as he placed his and hers on the nightstand.. So many thoughts were racing through her head. She looked at him a bit anxiously as he took took her into his arms and spun her around to where she was standing before his fool length mirror, she felt a little subconscious. When he placed his hands on her slim waist her heart sped up once more, but when he kissed her neck, shivers of excitement ran through her entire body.

She could hear her rapid breathing as his hands moved to the thin straps of her dress, and slipped them from her shoulders. She could feel the thin fabric of her dress move slowly to the floor of his bedroom.

When his hands found her firm mounds she sighed deeply.. Just the slightest touch and he was already making her completely insane with lust and want. She shivered a bit when he pushed the dress over her hips revealing her slinky black thong, she was biting her lip as she took a deep breath.

She watched as her dress pooled to the floor, and then sighed deeply when he masssged her breast, she felt her head lean back giving him better access to her neck. She could feel his cock through his pants.. As he was fully dressed, and she was just standing there in her thong.. She felt rather exposed. She knew she was tense she knew it showed, but when she felt him whisper in her ear another shiver ran through her spine.

She listens intently as he spoke to her and she did as he told her, carefully placing her hands behind her back her hands finding his cock through his pants. Her breathing hitched once more. She slightly closed her eyes for a moment trying to control her thoughts and her shyness. When he nibbled on her earlobe it was almost to much to handle she almost couldn't form any coherent words. "I... Yes. I like what I feel...but your a bit overdressed." She said a blush rushing to her cheeks. She couldn't help but bite her lip again this was all so new to her.. She wondered if he could sense that.