French Student ! (close for scibe_m)

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Anya didnt teach to adults but now she didnt had the choice to help kids parents...the school offered that she may help the parents who need it in French language...I'm a 5'0, 115lbs, auburn hair and green eyes, young teacher (well under 30 lol)...

Tonight we had a meeting to see who need some private french class...I looked to the single father of one little boy, he was older than her but something happen in her below when he stared at her...she reddished, she shouldnt had so naughty toughts...He approached to talk to her...

Yes Sir what can i do for you ? *she stammered*

 

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My friend Amelie had invited my son Johnathan and myself to her 'chateau', as she called it, up north in Quebec. Actually, that was all I knew about Quebec. Being from sunny California (when the smog let the sun in), practically everything *cold* was up north.

And I knew Quebec was French. I knew... well, I did take high school, so I learned my requisite two years of foreign language. That I learned didn't mean I remembered. "J'ai faim", I think was the right phrase, which would at least mean I wouldn't starve. So, when I started hearing my young son, Johnathan, speak better French than I could (not that that was hard for even a six-year old boy, mind you), I asked where he learned it, after explaining that, even if he knew what a "salle de bain" was, I didn't.

He told me he learned French from his teacher. "That's nice," I said. "Who is she?" "She's a lady," he'd reply. Well, at least he was accurate. As he sped off to the salle de whatever, I made a few inquiries at his school, and found out she taught French to adults as well. The school secretary said I could see her after school when I picked up my child.

I then realized I never really did see her, did I? I felt a niggling of regret and must have seemed a delinquent parent. And, how, exactly, do you dress up when seeing your son's teacher for the first time? I put on a decent business suit -- at least I'd have the excuse that I was coming home from work in case I overdressed. Navy blue suit and tie, crisp white shirt, and several odd stares from my son.

When I entered the class, my eyes lit up. There she was, an attractive young woman, certainly younger than myself. Ms. Anya was talking to other parents in the class. Many parents were talking other languages than French. Anya obviously was quite learned from university.

She looked up at me and turned a little reddish. She welcomed me to enter. "You look so very official in your outfit and I look ordinary," she blushed, dressed in her shirt and jeans. "Welcome... your son is.. John?" She spoke in a beautiful accent, enchanting, really.

"Yes, my son is John and I'm Eric. We're going to Quebec in a few weeks, and I would like to learn some phrases in French to enjoy my trip there better. I've had some French.. in high school. I know a few phrases from an ex-girlfriend who spoke French."

"Oh I see," she smiled. "How much time you want to take to learn french?"

"I have about four weeks."

"That sounds good. When do you want to start?"

"Hmm. Well, as soon as possible? My son is in soccer practice on Saturdays, so perhaps my house Saturday morning?"

"That sounds okay, in two days...just give me where you are and we will check this..." She gave me her hand, and I shook it, not too rigously, I hoped.

"I hope you don't mind your teaching me a few phrases to flirt with," I joked.

Turning reddish, she replied, "I have no boyfriend, if its what you ask..."

"Oh!" I interjected. "Well... I was only thinking of nice things to say to my friend who invited myself and my son, but..." My voice trailed off, shy to tell her my truer thoughts.

I wrote down his address and telephone number. 'Do you know where this place is? I'll see you Saturday at 10am."

"Yes i know the area," she replid. "It is very beautiful. Your girlfriend wont be jealous?", she added, again blushing.

That broke the tension. I laughed. "No, she won't be jealous because she doesn't exist.' I replied."

OOC: Arne, I'm still not finished editing but will post more!

 

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On Saturday, Anya felt very nervous and put a straight grey pants and purple warm shirt. Her hair was loose on her shoulder, long to her hips and curly. Her car arrived and she rang the bell at the door.

Mitchell was running like he usually did -- late. 'Daddy! Daddy! She's here!', said Johnathan. Oh, great, Mitchell thought. Mrs. Phillips was running early again, ready to pick up my son. Well... this wasn't the first time, so, out of the shower he went, suds and all, to greet my punctual co-parent and fellow Soccer Mom.

Except she wasn't there. "Oh!" Mitchell improvised, when he opened the door. Anya had arrived. It was Mitchell's turn to blush. "Please... please come in," I said, opening the door (and hopefully not too much of his robe).

"Sorry... am I too early..." asked Anya, blushing and (habitually) staring down. John thankfully interrupted the tension with a hug to Anya.

"I have to go to soccer practice, Ms. Anya," said Johnathan.

"And... I have to go change," said Mitchell. "Johnathan, Ms. Phillips isn't here yet, so you can show Ms. Anya around."

"Hi, Miss Anya,' he said. "Coming to see my Dad?" He's been talking all about you all day."

"Oh, he did, did he?" smiled Anya, looking at Mitchell to see his reaction.

"Yes he did," blushed Mitchell, not looking at Anya to see her reaction. "Johnathan, bring Ms. Anya inside and... show her the house or something. I'll go change," he said, quickly finding the stairs.

Unfortunately, bedrooms *are* part of the house, small children have fast legs, and Anya became suddenly paralyzed when Johnathan said, "And here's Daddy's room and here's Dad. He's still changing." At least Mitchell wore boxers.

"John please...whhy did you bring me here?"

"It's part of the house," said Johnny.

The doorbell rang, presumably Mrs. Phillips was at the door. Johnny ran down the stairs, leaving Anya and partially decent Mitchell. But Anya didn't run away. She closed the door slowly. She gave Mitchell a wink.

Mitchell felt suddenly rather comfortable.


OOC: Still not done with the edits. Uh... we sure wrote a lot, didn't we?


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"Hmm... perhaps we can start the lesson now? What sort of phrases would I use if I were... to make a pass at... my friend at Quebec? Or... someone I liked who spoke French?"

"Maybe... precisely what sort of pass would you want to make first?" Anya said, in her beautiful accent.

"Well... I said, sitting close to Anya, 'How do I say... 'You're looking very beautiful today?"

"Vous êtes particulièrement attrayante aujourd'hui. And thank you," she smiled, looking up and down at my... do men *have* figures?

Pretending not to notice, I said, "Vous etes... particulier.. ement attra... yante aujoud'hui." And I think I meant it.

"Yes you have it good," she replied.

"Mmm... what other phrases should I learn to tell a woman she's beautiful and attractive?"

"Depends what you want to mean is attractive in her. Her eyes, her hair, her clothes, her...curves... her personnality."

"I smiled. Which do you find in yourself to be the most beautiful... your eyes? your hair? your... curves?

"I'm not the one whom you're concerned about are you...?"

"Let's... say that you were. I would make the conversation easier, I think. How do I say... "You're eyes look so beautiful?"

"Vos yeux sont si beaux. Thank you, you're so kind to me," she smiled.

"Vos yeux.. sont si beaux..." I said, in a soft voice. "How do I say... Your hair is so soft. May I... touch it?"

"Vos cheveux sont si doux...yes you may." I slowly ran my hand through her soft hair. She shivered at my touch.

"Vos... cheveux..." She closed her eyes briefly, her eyelids fluttering. My hand stroked her cheek, taking in her soft beauty. "Does this feel good?" I asked, her body gradually trembling to my touch.

I leaned in close, my fingers just caressing her lips.

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Everything was going on fast...too fast...but it was so great to feel his masculine hand on my soft and delicate cheek...i hadnt feel that in two years of celibacy...I was completely entranced by this man...much older than me but seems he had much experiences to share with me, moanning at the idea... i realise i was really moaning and openned my eyes, Mitchell was smiling, staring at me in that trance and coming closer to catch this moment in a soft and tender kiss...I was dreaming when his lips come that close and touch mine in a wonderful celebration of desire...When he broke that kiss..i whispered.. oh Yes that feels wonderful Sir... *staring down his chest to see lower if he feels the same toward me...having many naughty ideas coming to my now lustfull mind...*

 

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I heard her low moaning. This alone stimulated my ears. I could even feel myself becoming hard, just by hearing her soft yearning voice. My fingers travelled across her lips, feeling their delicate yielding touch. I felt compelled to follow my hand with my own lips. I kissed her cheek lightly, her mouth passionately. Our lips encircled each others, our tongue shared our wanting pleasures. We broke the kiss and I heard her words. I looked into her eyes, and saw that she was looking down at my chest and perhaps more of my body. I took her hand in mine, and placed it on the buttons of my shirt, suggesting to her that I too, wanted more.

"How do you say... touch me. Unbutton me," I said.


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The touch of the button and his voice get Anya back to reality...she was wrong and knew it...she was so ashamed to be so vulnerable...what will he think of her ? being a whore?...an easy girl ?...She said *

Touche moi...oh sorry i cannot...i shouldnt i mean... *stammering and getting red shy of her own behavior...* getting my hand back like if it burn my fingers and my eyes being wet, almost panicking...she wanted him like no men before...she didnt know why but she was a good teacher...not a whore...*

*she stared down and begin to stand up but fall on the ground of the room, twisting her ankle badly*

Crap... *angrily and restrainning badly her tears* sorry i didnt want to do something weird, ouch *with her french accent*... I'm very... *looking in his eyes, not able to say anything to explain herself now...*

 

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I'm very... [/QUOTE]

"Beautiful?" Mitchell murmured, deeply looking into her eyes. He then realized that she had fallen. "Here. Let me help." He lifted her onto the bed, still looking into the attractive maiden's eyes. He propped up her legs then went downstairs for some ice. Sorting through his things for some pajamas, he found them and tossed them to her. "Put these on if it'll make you more comfortable."

He returned with a bag of ice and a heating pad, and wrapped her ankle. "It's not too cold, is it?" he asked. "Let me warm you inside," he smiled. He went to the liquor cabinet and mixed her a drink. "Brandy," he offered. He touched her hand. "Are you feeling a little better?"


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Thank you... *Anya was stunted by his way toward her, make it look so natural, she was so vulnerable and she knew it...when he gave her his pyjamas she laughs naturally like a little child and her cristal voice resonnate in his head like music*Thank you very much Mitchell, i dont want to abuse of your hospitality... *shy and softly said*

When he returned and offered her some Brandy, she was wearing his pyjamas, reddishing in his large clothes, smelling his scent of them...Anya took a sip of Brandy and cough hard, not use to strong liquor.Sorry, im not use to it... *giving back the drink to him...and thinking she doesnt need this to warm her inside...he already did...*

She placed the ice on her ankle... No, not too cold, its ok really...more than expected really...ouch... *she took some aspirins and nods when you asked if she was feeling better, avoiding his stare afraid to be unable to hide her attraction to him*

 

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She changed into my pajamas. I couldn't help but imagine what you must look like underneath. I saw no underwear on the chair where she put her clothes on... was she wearing them under my pajamas or... did she not wear any at all? She was blushing again, avoiding my eyes, as I held the ice on her ankle.

I looked up at her face. "Are you alright? You can look at me, if you want. What's 'don't be shy' in French?"

"Ne soyez pas gênée," she said, still a little red. "Yes, I'm fine. Just a little ashamed... I dont want to look like an easy woman to you. You're a very handsome man."

"Thank you for saying I'm handsome. No, don't feel ashamed at all. You're very beautiful. How do you say, 'you're very beautiful' in French?"

"Vous êtes vraiment très belle", she said, with a french accent.

"You don't look at all easy," I joked. "You look... vraiment tres belle," I smile. I saw a trace of brandy on your lips. "You have some brandy on your chin. Let me take care of that..." I lightly touched her cheek and chin with my fingers. "Are you feeling better?" I asked.

She shivered at my contact, and twisted her legs with a light moan. "Yes, a little... I just twisted my ankle badly but its not broken, I'm sure. Merci beaucoup... Well, thank you, I mean." She took my hand in hers and softly rubbed it. Now I was the blushing one.

"You're quite welcome," I smiled. I was so tempted to touch her lips with my hand. "Let me check your ankle." I removed the ice and felt her. Her ankle was cold and my hands were warm. I gently rubbed her ankle, applying the heat of my hands. "Is this better?"

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"Ouch..." she replied. "Well it hurts a little but your warmth helps..." She smiled. "I'm abusing your hospitality, and if you dont stop I will be tempted to continue..." She then whispered, "No man took care of me since my father, I think." Her whisper became a laugh.

I smiled back. "Mmm... if this is abuse, I happily accept it," I laugh. "How's the rest of your leg? Does this feel good?" I gently massaged her leg, feeling the muscles of her calf.

"Well i will not protest a massage of my tired legs," she shyly smiled. "I'm sure many women did abuse of your kindness except me.

Her skin was softly shaved. Her little feet shivered under my hands. "Mmm... well, the kindness was mutual," I smiled. I continued massaging, feeling her soft thigh through the pajamas. My hands became warmer, as I touched her skin.

"Well i will not be angry of it...it is very good Mitchell..." she softly moaned. Her moans tempted me, but I resisted. For the moment. My hand softly massaged your thigh, then her inner thigh. My other hand felt her soft smooth belly, touching her skin through the pajamas. I almost touched the underside of your breasts. Almost.

"I warn you," she teasingly laughed, "farther than this, I'm not responsible of the reactions.... Is an old man like you is it ready for a young lady like me?" She raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Mmm... let's find out..." I replied. I sat to her side, my hand still rubbing close but only near her sex. My other hand just touched the top of her breast as it lingered on her soft lips below. "Are you ready for an older man like me?" I smiled.

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She grinned and kissed me softly. "Mmm... your lips taste delicious," I replied. My hand travelled down to her breasts, feeling her nipples through the fabric. I began playing with them, little circles around her hard nubs. I could feel her hand sliding up my hip in response. I could hear her moan louder, and feel her kisses and gentle bites on my neck. I was breathing heavily, and she responded, by travelling to my cock and feeling how nice and hard I was. "Oh... that feels good. Undress me..." My lips travelled down her neck to her bosom. I began to lick, then suck, her breast through my pj's. My other hand started rubbing her pussy lips through my pajamas, too. I felt her wonderful wetness.

She began to unbutton my shirt and pants. "Hmmm... yes master," she grinned. Master? This was becoming... interesting. I smiled down at her, and dipped my fingers in the brandy. I smiled. My cock sprang forth, ready for her lips. I dipped my fingers in the brandy, and stroked my cock with the liquor. A little drop of precome oozed out. "Would you like a taste?"

She smiled and lowered her head onto my throbbing cock and began to lick slowly, like a young maiden. "Like that master?", she asked, as her mouth started to engulf my manhood within her sensual lips.

"Yes, my sweet." I moaned, feeling her luscious lips take in my hard cock. "Mmm... I love the way you lick." My fingers fumbled for an ice cube. "Take this in your mouth while you take me..."

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She raised an eyebrow, then took my cock in her icy mouth now. Her moans vibrated on my skin while my cock went in, deeper and deeper. "Ohhhh... ahhh..." she moaned. Her cold mouth on my hot cock... my cock is nice and rigid, as face-fucked her, my hot throbbing member wanting, moving faster and faster in her mouth.

"Umm... this feels so good..." I moaned. She nodded, while sucking harder and faster. She was on all fours in front of me, my button shirt on her body, showing me her beautiful cleavage and breasts. She stroked my manhood while caressing my balls as she continued her tongue work. "Ohhh..." I moaned, my cock thrusting back and forth into her mouth. I lie back on the bed, her lips never leaving my shaft. "Fuck my cock with your breasts. Lick the tip of my shaft with your tongue..."

"Yes master," she replied. She obeyed rubbing her big D breast around her cock and moving up and down. "Is it good?" she asked.

"Yesss..." Hell fucking yes. "Ohh... that feels good..." Your tits feel so good around my cock and balls..." I moaned. I began to pump and thrust, our sweat and your saliva making me feel like I'm fucking your pussy...

"MMm... yes master," she replied, licking my shaft. "Anything else to please you?"

"Yes... lie down. I want to fuck you. I want to feel your pussy around my cock." I picked up another ice cube, and rubbed it along my shaft. I showed her my hardon, all nice and wet and stiff...

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"As you wish master..." she said. She undid her pants and kept her shirt on. She caressed her nipples inside of it, and lay down on the bed, waiting for me to come. Her pussy was getting so wet I could see it between her hips.


"Oh yes..." I murmured. I rubbed and stroked my shaft. I placed an ice cube at the lips of her pussy. I put the head of my cock on the cube. "Oh, it's so cold..." I inserted myself into her, feeling your warm hot pussy around my cock. The feeling is incredible...

"Oh yes, master this so good..." She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me closer to her, her hips moving toward my hardness. "Yes master.. fuck your little slut..." She hid her head in my chest, moaning sensually.

"Fuck me... fuck me you little slut..." I said. I pounded my cock into her. "Yes, you feel so good... close to coming... coming..." She grabbed my ass and moved her thighs toward me, wantonly. "Yes..." she said, moaning and purring, her walls getting tight around my cock. "Cum inside me, Master...cum with your slut..." she said, her legs around my waist.

"Yes... oh..." I came. I spurt my hot milky fluid into her tight snatch... "Yes, god, that feels good... oh...."

"Humm... Oui, oui," she replied, with her french accent.

I continued to ejaculate into her pussy. I pulled out, my cock still spurting a little come onto her belly, her honey coating on my cock until I moved out.

"Oh gosh..." she said, still shivering and shaking from her climax.

My cock was on her belly, all wet from her delicious juices and my come. I asked, "Mmm... how do you say, 'That was absolutley wonderful' in french?" and smiled.


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C'était absolument merveilleux...she stammered

She wanted him to do it again...he was a wonderful lover but she was ashamed of her...she run downstairs with her clothes in her hands to a bathroom and dressed herself, trying to find an excuse for him...She was a whore and discovered it...She heard a knock to the door and breath faster...

 

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"Sweetheart, are you alright?" I asked. I did not stand on ceremony, and opened the door. Despite my nakedness, I held Anya in my arms, caressing her. "Anya... it's okay. It's okay what we did. I want you. I need you." I looked deeply into her eyes and touched her face. I then kissed her again, my tenderness and sympathy soon turning to aching passion. I could not help it, but I wanted her. Again.


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Anya blushes and hugged him tight, her face hid in his chest...she stammered...

I'm so sorry, im not use to that...it came suddenly and i loved the way you were dominating me. I dont want you to have a bad opinion of the teacher of your son...

His kisses tenderly at first, rassure herself and soon it came for both of us aching passion that wanted to move out of us and expressed itself...I grabbed him desperately and she model herself to him.

You still want me as a slave master ? *softly whispers in your ear*

 

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"Mmm... yes, I do," I reply, placing my hands on your shoulders. "I'm still sweaty and sticky from our sex, so take care of me by first licking off my cock and balls. I want to feel your tongue on me again. Clean me off with your mouth, my little slave." I'm becoming aroused again, my engorged manhood filling with blood and stiffening. "Suck me, slave," I tell you. "Suck me."


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Anya grinned and get on her knees and begin licking his manhood and balls lightly, staring at him wantonly acting, she took his shaft and cock entirely in her mouth, she cleanned it all eagerly.

mmm yes thats good Master...do you like your little slut cleanning you ?

She sucks deeper and faster as she stroke him and caress his balls...she temptingly stroke herself also suddenly, moanning on his cock as she twist her tongue around his manhood. She works hard on him and she closes her eyes as she was doing so, waiting for her master to order her what to do next.

 

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"Oh, yes, baby yes..." I moan, feeling her tongue wrapped around my thick veined cock. I see Anya play with herself, and yank her arm. "No, sweetheart. You let me do that." I turn you around, your delcious ass facing me. I caress your round bottom, then give you several spanks for touching yourself without my permission. "There. You be a good girl now." I put the head of my cock at your slit and slowly press inward. Your pussy feels so tight and wet and so fucking good. "You like that, slave? You like my cock in your little cunny? Tell me how much you like it and how good it feels..."


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Anya was ashamed but yes she liked when he spanks her butt cheek even if she winces at first and was a little painful. When he entered her soft pussy, she moans without any restrain and moans eagerly...

Yes yes master this so good when you fuck your little slut slave...i want more please, im begging my master...fuck me as i am a bad slave

She was so wet that you felt her juices between her legs coating on you also.

 

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"Mmm..." I groaned, my hard stiff cock entering from behind Anya's tight wet pussy. I leaned forward, circling her and taking a breast in each hand. Their full firmness told me her arousal, and I pinched and tweaked her pert hard nipples. I continued to plunge my cock into her pussy, then grabbed her head, turning it, so I could kiss her and shove my tongue into her mouth like my cock pounding her pussy. "You like that? You like that little slut?" I could feel her juices trickling down my cock telling me she certainly did.


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I kissed him passionnately, my tongue sensually searching for his...when he took my breasts i moanned loud and push my hips toward him wantonly...

yes master im your little slut...fuck me...fuck me harder master

 

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"Mmm... uhhhh..." I pump furiously into her cunt, and feel myself about to cum. I pull out my dick and turn her around. "Get on your knees, slut. Stick my cock between your breasts and rub them up and down. I want to cum all over tits and mouth. And you're gonna lick up every single drop of cum from my cock."


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