The Mob Bosses Son & His Teacher (CLOSED)

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Name: Charlotte Smith
Age: 24
Looks: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f7/52/17/...d9fd3e0bab4--jean-watts-hair-womens-jeans.jpg

Charlotte was a high school English teacher who wasn’t that long out of college. She was passionate about teaching and really wanted to make a different to the kids lives she worked with. Miss Smith was the favourite teacher of many teenage boy students for obvious reasons and teenage boys always had a crush on their teacher it just happened to be that this teacher wasn’t much older than them. Her students were working hard and the classroom was silent until Frankie Romano- https://encrypted-tbn0.***********/..._MOtFH7f_uj7fJSojA-ADuOjSqjcn-5nsDSw04L6n64OH arrived late to class and wasn’t shy about by trying to sneak in. He walked in confidently like he couldn’t give a damn about being late. He began joking around with his friends. He was the son of Antonio Romano who was the Mob Boss. Frankie had a similar reputation to his father for being violent, dangerous, powerful and a lady’s man. “Frankie firstly do not come into my classroom late and disturb the learning of others and secondly you can stay after a class for detention.” She said running her fingers through her hair wearing- https://i.ibb.co/8bTFT6L/Black-Button-Midi.jpg.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

The first day of school was already off to a lousy start for Frankie. Some dipshit Freshman had parked in his (unofficial) parking spot, which meant he had to park his Audi R8 on the street—a crime in and of itself—but worse yet, he had Ms. Smith’s English class first period, which meant that he couldn’t just skip first period the way he had done his Junior year. No, this year he would have to actually arrive at school somewhere close to on time if he wanted to revel in the fruits of his efforts.

It wasn’t a coincidence that Frankie was in Ms. Smith’s English class, in fact, it had actually taken some doing on his part. A seething, mass of sexual energy like Ms. Smith didn’t start work at a high school without gaining the notice and attention of every male member of the student body. Frankie had tried to transfer into her class last year, but her only class for Junior level students was an AP class and Frankie didn’t have the grades to support such a placement—nor did he like the sound of the curriculum.

Frankie had to get his father to pull a few strings even to get placed in her Senior level English class with his grades—and let’s face it, Frankie wasn’t taking Ms. Smith’s class for the reading list anyway.

Frankie took some time to key the words “FROSH FISH” into the car that took his place, the empty front of the school building letting him know that he was already late. When he was finished, he began furiously pounding keys on his smart phone, sending out the word via social media that some Frosh Brat was owed a beating.

He was still typing on his phone as he entered Ms. Smith’s classroom but stashed it away in favor of getting a long, lingering look at her luscious body. Ms. Smith didn’t disappoint on the first day of school, wearing a tight, button-front dress that rode up high enough for the lace hems of her stockings to be glimpsed when she took an exceptionally long stride forward or backward.

Frankie turned his head as he passed into the classroom, wanting to see Ms. Smith’s hot body from each angle that he could before plopping down into a seat that his friend Terry had saved for him, right about in the middle—ideal sightlines for ogling.

“I was worried you were going to miss the show,” Terry whispered, delivering a sly low-five between their desks.

“Yeah, well somebody parked in my spot. Fuck…” Frankie replied, slapping his friend’s hand before returning to eye fucking the teacher, “I’ll be damned if whoever poured her into that dress didn’t miss my mouth with her.”

Terry’s laughing reply got cut off before he could form coherent words as Ms. Smith got tired of being talked over and snapped at Frankie—who just bit his lip and stroked his chin like the fuckboy champion he saw himself at.

“Well, Miss Smith—firstly, my Patek Philippe says I’m right on time,” Frankie returned fire, flashing his expensive, Swiss watch, worth nearly a million dollars, “and since my watch is worth more than you’ll make in your lifetime as a teacher, let’s just assume that my time is the correct time.”

A muted tittering of laughter and conversation traveled through the class—it was going to be an interesting year.

“And secondly, if you want to see me socially, you’ll need to make an appointment. I’ve got other plans after class.”

Next, Frankie kicked the back of the desk in front of him to get the attention of the dweeb sitting there.

“Give me a pencil, nerd. I’m trying to take notes.”

After retrieving his new pencil, Frankie smirked at the teacher, tapping the eraser end on his desk, expectantly. His expression was like a challenge, it said—just try to discipline me, I am above the law.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Charlotte was stunned by his response. “Excuse me Frankie just because you have money and an ego bigger than little boys deserve does not mean you talk to me that way. You will be staying for detention and I will call your father if you refuse. Just so you know you ever speak to me like that again you will be out of my class.” She said.

She was not going to take this behaviour from Frankie. She might of been a young teacher but she respected her students and expected the very same thing back. “Now everybody finish up your work and start to pack up period 2 will start shortly.” She said. She fiddled with her engagement ring https://www.jamesallen.com/engageme...amond-engagement-ring-round-center-item-17445 still feeling uncomfortable about the confrontation with Frankie. She was engaged to quite successful lawyer who was just a general good guy.

She walked over to him. “Frankie if you want to succeed in my class the main thing is respect. I respect all of my students and expect it back. If there’s genuine reasons for being late and you come in and just get on I don’t mind but when you disturb my teaching it’s just not okay. Now you can have your detention at lunch time or after school I’m flexible.” She spoke to him softly only loud enough for him to hear she wasn’t wanting to make another public show or embarrass him.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Frankie’s smirk was unfaltering as Ms. Smith attempted to come back at him. She was cute when she was trying to be stern. The threat of calling his father didn’t have much of an effect, since his dad was so busy with the family business that Frankie himself didn’t know how to contact him directly. Discretion was important to Don Romano and if Ms. Smith couldn’t provide discretion, she’d be the one who ended up being taught a thing or two.

Still, it had taken a lot for Frankie to get into this class and the threat about removing him from first period with her was a troublesome thought.

“You’re right, of course, Ms. Smith,” Frankie placed his hand on his chest, feigning sincerity—he’d won this pass, better to not press his luck, “I’ll be more respectful in the future.”

They had scarcely discussed the syllabus when Ms. Smith let them pack up early for their next class. Second period was Art, the only subject in which Frankie truly excelled. He’d begun a sketch on the back of Ms. Smith’s homework that he wanted to work on some more. As he stuffed his new paperwork for English into his bag, Ms. Smith approached the side of his desk, blocking him from standing up.

“Lunch it is, then. I can fit you in then… if you think you can fit me in/i],” Frankie smiled, playing at innocence as he pivoted in his chair until his knees were on either side of Ms. Smith’s and her huge, perfect tits were right aligned with his face—in spite of this, he stared up into her wide, blue eyes, “I’ll have my chef meet us here. Do you like sushi? What am I saying—of course you do. It’s a date.”

As he nailed down their lunch plans, Frankie’s fingertips played a dangerous game, lightly glancing against the outside edges of her thighs and knees, just getting the faintest feel of her stockinged legs, but light enough that it could be dismissed as incidental instead of deliberate.

“I can hardly wait,” Frankie said, standing up suddenly from his desk, the motion of standing bringing him face to face with his teacher, his muscular torso pressed against her round, heaving tits and his hand intimately—but respectfully, cradling the small of her back, “until then.”

Almost like doing the waltz, Frankie spun Ms. Smith around, setting her back into his desk chair while assuming the standing position above her. He leaned forward, letting her get a good whiff of his Yves St. Laurant cologne, he seemed like he might be leaning in to kiss her—until he snatched his backpack from under the chair she now occupied with her fine, round ass.

Frankie just chuckled as he pulled away with his bag and set off to second period, very much looking forward to lunch. He texted his driver instructions on his way to Art.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Charlotte did not by his sincerity. She knew Frankie didn’t really care and what he was saying was to appease her. He seemed so use to everyone just letting him behave like an idiot and push boundaries with no consequences because of who he was. She ran her fingers through he hair looking at him waiting to see how what else would come out of his mouth.

This boy wouldn’t stop surprising her and when he pivoted his chair so she stood between his legs she couldn’t believe his cockiness of thinking he could behave like this with his teacher. She tried pulling away from, but she felt like she was stuck. His fingertips moved over her thighs and knees feeling her stockings.

“It is not a dinner date no chef!” She said as he got up his body against her. He was so muscular much more than her fiancé. She felt his hand on the small of her back. He spun her around and onto his chair. She could smell his strong cologne him stood up so close to her.

“Frankie remember it is a dentition not a dinner date so behave accordingly and stop this inappropriate behaviour it is not acceptable.” She said before he walked out. He had left her flustered and worked up. Her next few lessons she couldn’t stop thinking about him. God he was hot! She kept telling herself no you can’t think that you are his teacher and you aren’t like the girls at the school who all fawn over him like he is a sex god.

She was not the kind of person to fall for his smooth bad boy moves or so she thought so. She would try her very best to teach this boy respect and how to behave towards her.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

The rest of the day passed on pretty smoothly for Frankie. He had plenty of inspiration for the “Life Drawing” portion of his Art class. He skipped out on history to go find out more information about who had parked in his spot—apparently a Junior, who should have known better and then after a quick nap through biology, the bell was already ringing for lunch. Frankie took a minute in the bathroom to make sure that his hair and his clothes were still on point—as they were. He was on his way to meet Ms. Smith for their lunch date when he recognized the guy who had been linked to the car that parked in his spot.

“Hey! Kid! Do you drive a piece-of-shit Honda? Grey?” Frankie demanded, grabbing the smaller boy by his backpack straps.

“Yeah, so what?” the Junior, Kyle Sanders answered, trying to act tough despite visibly flinching at Frankie’s grasp.

“You parked in my parking place, Dickweed! Now I’m going to pummel your fucking face!” just as Frankie was raising back his fist to beat this little twerp within an inch of his life, the bell for lunch rang and he remembered his obligation to Ms. Smith. She probably wouldn’t approve of him beating the snot out of this little dweeb, so for now, he was forced to let him off the hook. Was she having a positive impact on him? He shuddered at the thought, “not now, later, fuckwad. I’ll catch you after school.”

“I knew it. You’re all talk…”

“I’ll remember you said that, pussy,” Frankie called after the kid who was scrambling away despite his bold words, “you’re going to eat those words later.”

Now, Frankie was pissed off. The last thing he needed was some little Junior running his mouth saying that Frankie Romano was a bitch—it wouldn’t stand. His blood was still on fire as he returned to Ms. Smith’s room, but he forced a smile. The chef from one of his favorite sushi places was already in the classroom, setting up his cooler and cutting board.

“Ms. Smith, this is Takeshi—he’s like a genius with fish,” Frankie introduced his chef who was already beginning to set out some California rolls for appetizers while he started working with a full side of fresh Ahi tuna, “you ever had blowfish? Takeshi is the only chef in the state licensed to serve blowfish. I was nervous the first time—but if Takeshi fucks up and you get sick, dude’s got to literally fucking kill himself. Pretty intense for fish, huh?”

Frankie dabbed one of the California rolls in soy sauce, expertly navigating a pair of long chopsticks before slipping the round slice into his mouth. He smiled up to Ms. Smith, his cheeks full of rice and crab.

“Don’t be shy, come join me. You’ll be glad you did when the Ahi is ready,” Frankie invited Ms. Smith over to join him, turning the desk in front of him around to face his desk. He took a small, porcelain plate from a pile near Takeshi’s cutting board and placed it on the desk across from him, mixing up a dab of wasabi and a generous pour of soy sauce, “come on, let’s get this detention business going.”

Just then, Takeshi started serving the plates of Ahi sashimi, which Frankie eagerly pulled onto his desk and served the second plate to Ms. Smith. He took one of the small, slices of raw fish and dabbed it in the soy sauce, wasabi mixture. When he was finished he held it up by the chopsticks, near Ms. Smith’s mouth while observing a respectful distance.

“Say ‘ah,’” Frankie urged her, leaning forward expectantly.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Charlotte couldn’t believe Frankie hadn’t listened to her about not having a chef turn up to her classroom, but she didn’t want to be rude to the chef, so she let him set up in her room. She looked at the clock wondered where Frankie was.

“Do you not remember I told you no dinner date. This is a detention it is not supposed to be enjoyable.” She said playing with her hair. She played with her hair when she was nervous. Frankie made her feel extremely nervous

“No, I haven’t tried blowfish.” She said watching Frankie eat. The food looked amazing. She had to stop herself laughing when he smiled at her his cheeks full of rice and crab god this boy was full of himself, but she thought he was sort of cute with it but no she shouldn’t think that about him.

She was trying to resist going over to eat with through principle because she had told him no, but the food did look good and she had forgot to pack dinner today. She decided she would eat because she didn’t want to disrespect the chef. She sat across from him. He held out one of the pieces of raw fish on a chopstick for her.

She opened her mouth and took the piece of raw fish in her mouth. It tasted delicious. She licked her lips. “Well I agree it is very tasty, but this isn’t what a detention is. Frankie, I need you take things seriously. I want you to do well in my class. I think you are an intelligent boy you just need to apply it. If you need help, I would tutor because I want you to succeed but it wouldn’t be easy, I am not about giving anyone an easier ride no matter who they are. You need to learn discipline and how to work hard.” She said.

She didn’t know why she was volunteering to spend more time with him it was hard enough keeping herself together in their short encounters. He was a smooth and she found herself liking his arrogancy a little. She kept chastising herself for thinking about her student like this. She shouldn’t be attracted to him.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“There you go…” Frankie smiled as Ms. Smith willingly took the offered piece of meat into her mouth, sliding over her full, red lips on its way into her mouth, “not bad, huh?”

Sitting across from her like this, Frankie was even more dazzled by her beauty than he had been before—she was absolute dynamite. Her blue eyes, which had seemed like piercing lasers earlier in the day seemed much softer, more inviting, like warm pools of crystal water that he wanted to wade into. Her reaction to the food was less than he was hoping for, though.

“Very tasty? Come on! This motherfu—” Frankie caught himself before swearing, he had to remember that she was a teacher, “this mother flipper was swimming this morning. This is the freshest fish you can get without a damn pole. Maybe it got lost in the sauce, here try one naked.”

The double entendre wasn’t accidental, but Frankie avoided the temptation to lean hard on the word naked. Instead he just let it pass and snatched up another piece of tuna, this one lighter in color from having good marbling fat throughout. One of the most coveted and most expensive cuts from the highly coveted yellow-fin tuna. He held it between chopsticks and slowly held it out, this time letting the smooth, cool surface of the fish slide over her bottom lip on its way into her mouth. He couldn’t help but imagine his cock doing the same.

“I know it’s not a dinner date, you already told me—besides, it’s lunch. You don’t really expect me to eat that processed garbage that they serve in the cafeteria, do you? I can’t keep my body looking like this eating greasy pizza and over salted chow mein,” by way of demonstration, Frankie lifted the front of his Armani Exchange t-shirt to show off his rippling abs, deeply defined and ripped—hell he was shredded, “I don’t need to tell you, though. You’re clearly keeping it tight. Takeshi—arigato gozaimasu, I think that’ll be plenty.”

Takeshi was like a machine once he got going, turning out roll, after roll, after sashimi plate after nigiri platter. The scope and variety of the food was getting slightly ridiculous. Takeshi just nodded and started packing his things back into the cooler and rolling container before bowing deeply to Frankie and making his exit from the classroom.

“He can’t bring blowfish outside of the restaurant, there are too many regulations and he starts to prepare them while they’re still alive—but some time I could take you to his restaurant and we could have it there. A real dinner date,” at this, Frankie gave a playful wink before sliding a few choice pieces of his favorites onto the plate in front of Ms. Smith, “I mean, I know it’s detention and everything—but what do you want me to do? I’ve gotta eat and I just genuinely enjoy your company. It makes it hard to be miserable. Do you want to spank me or something? Would that make you feel more official?”

Frankie could see that her guard was slipping, his charm was starting to get through. Time to push the advantage.

Without a word, Frankie nabbed a round from a spicy tuna roll and dabbed it in the soy sauce, wasabi mixture. As he held it up to Ms. Smith’s lips, a drop of brown sauce fell at the last moment, just clearing her chin and landing low in the V of her dress. It settled there, between her breasts, deep inside the cleavage of her outstanding breasts. Frankie just reached over like it was no big deal, sliding his index finger between her breasts and slowly dragging his fingertip up into the sauce and leaving the spot clean when he pulled his hand back. He slid his finger into his mouth, slowly savoring the salty, hot flavor. He quickly changed subjects before she had a chance to object.

“I want to be successful in your class Ms. Smith—I really do, but since we’re leveling with each other, I have to tell you that I think high school is a big waste of time. I’ve seen Romeo and Juliet at the reconstructed Globe Theater in London—what do I need to read it for? I saw Oedipus in Greece—in its original Greek, why do I need to read some dip wad’s bad translation? I just feel like I’d be better served writing poems than conjugating verbs or breaking couplets into iambic pentameter,” Frankie leaned back, taking a break from feeding his teacher to feed himself some more.

“I mean, what about you? Are you taking things seriously? Are you applying yourself? Are you living up to your true potential? Or are you just doing the safe thing to fill time until someone comes along and tells you who they think you ought to be? I mean, come on Miss S—you’re gorgeous! Obviously smart, caring, well put together… you even dress okay,” Frankie peppered in a backhanded compliment, just to keep her yearning for his approval, “surely you could do better than this job. Teaching English at a public school? Being some boring asshole’s wife? That can’t be the life you dreamed of as a little girl.”

When he was done gently dismantling Ms. Smith’s life, he pantomimed for her to open up again and fed her a different selection from the feast laid out across the two facing desks.

“If you really want to tutor me, I guess we can give it a chance,” Frankie sighed at last, he’d had plenty of tutors—but none female since he fucked one of them when he was still underage, he was 19 now, “but I have to warn you—my dad would never have sent me to a public school if he really cared what I did here. This school is more like a cheap babysitter to him. As for me, I could go either way—but it’ll take a lot to get me to care.”

At this, Frankie made meaningful eye contact and under the desk his hand slid onto her knee, not high enough to be an assault, but much too affectionately to be an accident.

“How much are you willing to give?”

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Charlotte blushed when he said to try one naked. She was sure he would love her to eat the naked fish naked but thankfully he didn’t lean hard on the word. She opened her mouth again and felt the fish slide over her bottom lip. She had to stop herself from moaning something about him feeding her was ever so sensually and the food tasted orgasmic.

“It is better than tasty. It is like a mouthful of heaven.” She said licking her lips. She watched him lift his shirt as he told her he couldn’t eat food from the cafeteria and keep his body like it was. She bites her lip eyeing his abs. She looked away trying to calm herself. “Well teacher salary can’t buy me food like this so that is not keeping me in good shape.” She laughed.

“Arigato gozaimasu Sono tabemono wa oishī.” She said to Takeshi with a smile complimenting him on the food. She bite on a roll moaning out softly god the food was so sensual. “I am your teacher we will not be going on a dinner date.” She said laughing. She started eating from the plate he made up for her. She blushed when he said he enjoyed her company and that blush just grew when he asked if she wanted to spank him.

She shocked herself by saying “Well I have tried everything else to teach you a lesson.” She was feeling far too comfortable with him joking around about spanking him. She opened her mouth to take the spicy tuna roll he offered to her lips. Some of the sauce dripped land in her cleavage. She had to control herself from moaning out when he used his finger to wipe it off. Her heart was racing.

She watched him lick the sauce of his finger. He was getting her very hot and bothered. “Frankie you need a good education no matter who you are. Everybody needs a back up plan.” She said. She ate a few more rolls and nearly spat one out with shock when he started pulling her life apart. He was hitting her with backhanded compliments.

“Frankie, I don’t need anyone to tell me what I should be. I do this job because I care. I care too much about the students at this school. I want to give all of you the best chances in life and that starts with a good education. And my personal life has nothing to do with you and you know nothing of my relationship with my fiancé. You don’t even know the guy.” She said getting defence with him.

“Frankie you’re a very intelligent if you used your brain a bit more than other parts of you than you would get amazing grades.” She said alluding to his reputation of being a lady’s man. He looked her in the eyes and his hand went slid onto her knee. His touch was soft. “Frankie you could be my greatest student if you applied yourself with my help. I want you to have more than just what your father gives you. Do this for yourself? Give yourself a chance of passing my class at the highest of grades. I am willing to go the extra mile with you because I believe in you.” She said touching his hand on her knee. She stroked his hand.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Frankie probably shouldn’t have been so surprised that Ms. Smith knew Japanese. She was a teacher after all. Nonetheless, he was impressed as Takeshi finished packing up his things and left them alone with the bounty of food he’d prepared in a short while. She hadn’t seemed to care for his remarks on her forthcoming marriage, yet she hadn’t denied that she was settling. Still, she painted a pretty clear picture of what she wanted from him. It was a role he could play.

“I guess I’m not very accustomed to having people care about me that much, especially somebody I just met,” Frankie smiled, feigning sincerity, “I think you’re right, I guess I’ve just been overlooking high school as a pointless waste of time, but you’ve convinced me to… um, be all I can be… or whatever.”

Maybe not the most convincing performance, but Frankie found that most people were quick to believe when someone told them what they wanted to hear. The truth was that Frankie had had the best tutors money could buy and could have passed the GED some years ago if he’d wanted, but as he’d mentioned, his father wanted him to learn the social skills that would make him an adequate successor when the notorious Don Romero was ready to yield power.

But, if doing well scholastically was what it took to get between Ms. Smith’s long, athletic legs he’d pretend to give a shit for as long as he had to. He could tell that he was getting through to her, the flush in her cheeks, the way she kept looking away or playing with her hair. Now that they were alone, he resolved to try his luck a little further.

The way she was rubbing her hand felt a lot like encouragement, so Frankie leaned in, ever so gently sliding his hand higher on her stockinged leg.

“I know that you care, I can see it, you really do,” Frankie grinned, halting his advance when he felt the out-sweeping hem of her sweater-dress sliding over his fingernails, “you’re a really terrific person. You deserve more than you think you do, that’s all I mean. You should care more for yourself—or at least, allow yourself to be cared for better.

“I’ll make you a deal. For each A grade I get in your class, you let me show you a good time—try something you haven’t tried before or something that scares you. You get to improve my scholastic profile and I get to expand your worldview. A win-win.”

Frankie’s hand stopped at the lace edge of her stocking, fingertips sliding gently over the lace edge of her stocking, feeling out the pattern, feeling out the spot where her garter belt joined the top of her stocking.

“Come on. Just say, yes…”

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Jennifer wasn’t completely buying him saying he wasn’t accustomed to having people care about him. She wasn’t like the girl he was just to fooling she was aware he was insincere, but she still cared about his future and educating him even if he didn’t. She was aware he was probably telling her anything she wanted to hear because he wanted to get in her panties. Now she might like that, but she couldn’t really let it happen. She was his teacher and she was engaged.

She had genuine feelings for him and wanted to be there for him. She knew he probably had a lot of yes people in his life who just agreed with him and did whatever he said, and she wouldn’t be like that. She was finding herself blushing she liked him, but she shouldn’t, and she was fighting against herself. Her body wanted him, but her mind kept saying no it was wrong.

She felt his fingers going up her leg and she felt tingles all over her body. His fingers were against the lace edge of her stockings. Her heart was racing and the heat between her legs was grown and getting more intense.

“Okay Frankie it is a fair deal but don’t get any wrong ideas about you and me. I am still your teacher nothing else.” She said unsure of who she was trying to convince that she only was his teacher. She was liking his company more than she really should. She was attracted to him and he was charming.

“Here is my number you let me know when you are free for extra teaching. Now run along don’t want you being late to your next class because of me.” She said smiling at him as she handed over her card to him with her personal number on.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Ms. Smith must have thought that she was putting up a strong front, reiterating terms and conditions while subconsciously she seemed almost to be spreading her legs to welcome the advance of his hand. Above the desk, Frankie took another piece of sushi from the platter and fed it to her when she unconvincingly said, “nothing else.”

“Yeah, sure,” Frankie’s smile made his words so insincere that it was almost condescending as his fingertips explored higher, slipping under her garter belt and feeling it slowly, fingers climbing it, “nothing else. What else could there possibly be between us? I like these, garter belts… not enough girls appreciate this style anymore. You should keep wearing these from now on.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, I should really be getting along to my next class. Except that next period is bullshit P.E. and my personal trainer got me excused from P.E. because I’ve got a semi-pro fight scheduled and if I hurt myself the promoter would lose a ton of cash and I know you don’t want to know about what happens when this promoter loses money,” Frankie used the tips of his long, wooden chopsticks to gently brush a stray lock of her blonde hair back behind her ear gently, “and also, there’s this.”

Frankie picked up her card and pulled out a charcoal drawing from his backpack, it was of her, lying naked on her back, writhing in pleasure. Her portrait was grasping at her round and alarmingly accurate breasts, her nipples erect. One hand was between her legs and her mouth was open. Frankie got up from the desk and locked the classroom door.

“I know you don’t have a class next period,” Frankie said, turning back, “turn it over.”

On the other side of the drawing, Ms. Smith would find her homework from earlier that day completely finished and 100% correct. As he approached from the now locked door, Frankie shed his shirt, revealing all of his tattooed, shredded torso. He’d been cutting weight for weeks in preparation for his fight and there was not an ounce of fat on him. His muscles were positively straining against his skin.

When Ms. Smith would look up from his paper, Frankie would be standing in the aisle, looming over her. His hands on his Gucci belt.

“That’s an A paper, which means you’ve got to do something you’re scared of,” Frankie smiled, reaching down to grasp the back of her neck, pulling her up from sitting by that spot alone, he was even stronger than he looked, “so stop pretending and let yourself have this. You deserve it.”

With that, Frankie pulled her aggressively into a deep and passionate kiss. His other hand grabbed a handful of her thick, round ass and squeezed so hard that the veins in his forearms stood out. His tongue probed the inside of her mouth urgently as her huge breasts spread out, pressing against his shirtless chest.

When the kiss broke at last, he locked eyes with her, not letting her hide from what she was feeling. His fingers combed up into her hair and took a firm hold of her long blonde hair near the root, forcing her to meet his eyes with a fistful of her hair.

“Just say yes.”

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

She watched Frankie pulling out a piece of paper from his bag. She saw his drawing of her. He was talented drawer and it was petty accurate. She blushed feeling a bit embarrassed. He locked her door and told her to turn it over. She turned it over and saw his homework was 100% correct. When she looked up she saw he had taken off his shirt.

She not so subtly checked out his tattoos and torso out. He was stood over her holding his belt. “Yes it’s an A paper good job Frankie now put your shirt back on.” She said. He pulled her up by her neck. He had such strength in the one hand. She was taken a back when he kissed her. She didn’t kiss back but didn’t pull away. He grabbed at her ass and squeezed making her moan her mouth opened and he probed the inside of her mouth.

“Frankie even if I wanted to I can’t I’m your teacher and you are still a kid. Also I’m engaged you know that.” She said. God this was hard to resist. She tried looking away from him but he was holding onto her hair. “Ah fuck it.” She said deciding to give in to what she really wanted. She pushed him onto her desk kissing him roughly. “Now if we do this you don’t tell anyone about this it would ruin my life and I know you don’t want to do that. I know you want to ruin my body though.” She said.

She started undoing his trousers and pulled his cock out from his boxers. “Now let me show you what you will get every time you get a good grade Frankie.” She said. She slid down his body kissing his abs trailing down to his cock. She ran her tongue over his cock and licked his shaft. She looked up at him as she slid her full lips down his cock. She bobbed up and down sucking his cock.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Ms. Smith made one last-ditch attempt to reassert herself as an authority figure, but it was half-hearted at best and thoroughly unconvincing. When she mentioned her fiancée, he moved his hand around, caressing her ass in slow circles before finding a new space to clench and squeeze it. He kept his grip on her hair and when she was unable to hide her lustful gaze, she gave up on resisting him all at once and altogether.

Even with a firm grip on her hair, Frankie couldn’t stop her from attacking him with passionately sexual kisses—not that he tried very hard. Instead he just pulled her into the kiss, his tongue joining with hers as her onslaught sent him backpedaling down the row of desks until he felt the back of his thighs collide with her desk. With his tongue still writhing in her mouth, he raised his hand from her ass and slapped it through her dress.

That would be better when she was naked.

She reiterated the importance of discretion—but as the golden son of a crime family, Frankie had a very impressive resume as far as keeping secrets went.

“You’re goddamn right I’m going to ruin your body—but nobody else is going to know about this. It’s our secret,” Frankie reassured her, reluctantly letting go of her round ass as she knelt down in front of him, “ohhhh fuck yeah, that’s a good, little bitch teacher.”

Frankie kept his grip on her hair as she trailed her attention down his torso and set free his cock. His cock was very large—both in length and girth, flopping out of his Louis Vuitton signature boxer shorts, already mostly hard. He sighed as she ran her tongue along his length, relaxing his grip on her hair, simply cradling the back of her skull instead. He moved his newly free hand back on Ms. Smith’s desk, knocking a stack of papers over and onto the floor, but he didn’t care—Frankie just leaned back onto the desk and enjoyed the feeling of his English teacher’s lips wrapped around his big cock.

“That’s right… that’s my good little bitch…” Frankie moaned, his eyes half lidded as Ms. Smith smeared her red lipstick up and down the length of his shaft, “I hope you assign a lot of fucking homework.”

After letting Ms. Smith show off her skills as a cocksucker for a few more, long moments, Frankie grasped the back of her head tighter and forced her head down into his lap, also pushing with his hips, trying to force his rigid hard length down her clenching, resistant throat. He pushed until he felt her retch and then let her up just for a moment before pushing her down again, all while looking into her beautiful blue eyes.

“Finger yourself.” Frankie ordered, his eyes locked with hers, “finger fuck that tight pussy while you suck my big cock. Open that tight hole up for me.”

Frankie resumed fucking her face for a while longer before relenting and letting her control the pace again. He liked having her suck his cock—and she was really quite proficient at it, but he wanted to fuck her and fuck her well. He wanted to stamp his brand inside her and make sure that no man besides himself could ever sufficiently satisfy her again.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Frankie let Charlotte take control sucking at his cock at her own speed. Her red lipstick on his cock. She winked up at him as she worked his cock when he said he hoped she would assign a lot of fucking homework. She felt Frankie grasp the back of her head. He forced her head down and his cock crammed down her tight little throat. She was able to manage his size for a little while before gagging. He let her up for a moment and then thrust back into her throat.

Charlotte was shocked by the way he was talking to her, but she liked it. She rolled her dress up to her waist. She pulled her wet panties to the side. She pushed two fingers into her pussy and thrust them in and out moaning out his cock down her throat. She was enjoying the way he was fucking her face. Her fiancé would never do this to her because he claimed to respect her too much to do it.

She pushed a third finger in. Her pussy was soaking wet. She added a fourth. Her legs trembled as she had her first orgasm her eye fluttering as she forced her thumb into her dripping wet pussy. She was a woman who enjoyed a fisting and that was another thing her fiancé refused to do to her. He thought they should be soft and gentle with each other because they ‘loved’ each other but she needed fucking and her holes used roughly.

She looked up at Frankie who was owning her throat with his big and thick cock. She was loving him fucking her face and wondered what he would think of his teacher fisting herself for him. She began squirting all over the floor making such a mess as she fisted herself roughly.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Ohhh yes! Gag on it you fucking slut! That’s a good, little, cocksucking whore!” Frankie moaned as he continued spiking Ms. Smith’s face into his lap over and over again, “fuck yeah, stretch that little pussy open, bitch!”

Frankie was really quite impressed with how depraved Ms. Smith was behind the caring mentor routine. She was stuffing her whole hand inside herself while she sucked, slurped and gagged on his big cock. He was still looking into her eyes when those gorgeous blues rolled back in her head and her eyelids started to flutter with her climax.

“Oh shit!” Frankie exclaimed when she started squirting all over the floor, “look at what a mess you’re making, slut!”

Frankie perched his ass back on Ms. Smith’s desk in order to raise up his feet to avoid the spreading pool of her squirt, as he didn’t want it to mess up his Balenciaga shoes. This change in the angle of his hips forced still more of his cock down into Ms. Smith’s throat as he lifted his legs up higher.

“Good bitch! Now it’s time to get fucked,” Frankie informed her, “get up. Come on.”

Avoiding the puddle of her squirt, Frankie helped Ms. Smith back to stiletto heeled feet. He wanted her to suck his balls too—but too much more of her enthusiastic head and he’d blow his load before he got a chance to beat up that sexy, squirting pussy of hers.

Frankie kissed her frantically when their faces were aligned again and set his feet back on the ground. He turned her around and lifted her under her arms, perching her on the edge of her desk. He grabbed the edges of her dress and pulled it open roughly, the stretchy material yielding the large metal buttons through their holes until the entire garment was flayed open, revealing her sexy lingerie and even sexier body.

“God damn, bitch,” Frankie sighed, looking her exposed body up and down, “you are one fine piece of ass, Ms. Smith.”

Ms. Smith’s panties were still pulled to one side, so Frankie didn’t need to do much to get his thick cockhead lined up with her dripping hole. He teased her for a few long moments, using the head of his cock to smear her juices around her labia, her clit and her hole. Sliding and splashing up and down for a long moment.

Frankie kissed her again as he drove his hips downward and plunged his cock as deep as it would go. Even after taking a fist, Frankie’s cock filled up every spare micrometer of her tight, warm cunt. He stuck his tongue out as far as he could manage, silently inviting her to suck it with her full, red lips.

As he began thrusting, the heavy metal and wood desk started groaning as the force of his thrusts started sliding the heavy desk across the tile floor. She was still so wet that each time his body slapped against hers, there came a splash of her wetness around where their bodies were colliding.

“Oh fuck! That’s good pussy—that’s good fucking pussy!” Frankie panted, breaking the kiss just long enough to regain his air, “I’m going to cum inside you, slut. Beg for my cum.”

For the second time, Frankie grasped the back of Charlotte’s neck, this time hard enough that his fingers would surely leave bruises behind and drove into her. His strokes were no longer rapid, but long and urgent instead. He was moving slower, slamming as deep as he possibly could, trying to force more of his cock into her than there actually was.

“Cum with me, slut!” Frankie demanded, flicking his wrist at her body to whip her clit with the back of his middle fingernail. Her response inspired him to do it again, turning his hand into a short riding crop of sorts, “cum your fucking whore brains out.”

Frankie felt a clenching tension at the back of his balls that told him he was going to have to wrap this up soon. Despite his reputation, he hadn’t been laid in over two weeks.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Charlotte liked how he responded to how she was fisting her pussy. Frankie changed the angle thrusting his cock down her throat. Frankie than helped her up to her feet avoiding the massive puddle she had made on the floor. He kissed her frantically she loved the passion he had for her. He turned her around and lifted her up onto her desk. He grabbed the edge of her dress and roughly pulled it open.


She was sat on her desk in her lingerie. She hadn’t expected this today, but she wasn’t complaining about being on her desk about to be fucked by Frankie. “Thank you Frankie not too bad yourself.” She grinned at him as he eyed her body like a piece of meat. Charlotte moaned out feeling him run his cock over her wet pussy lips and clit. “I need to feel you in me Frankie.” She moaned out writhing around under him.


He kissed her as he drove his hips into her dripping wet pussy. He felt so big compared to her fiancé. She leaned in and kissed him roughly. Their tongue wrestling each other’s such a rough and hot make out. The desk was squeaking and shaking under them. He was slamming into her and it made her feel so fucking good. She blushed when he was shouting out that her pussy was fucking good. “Yeah you like your teacher’s pussy Frankie?” She said breathing heavy he really fucking her just the way she craved to be fucked. She loved how he felt in her.

She felt his finger grasping out her neck it was rougher than the first time, but she liked it. She moaned out loudly. She was loving how he was fucking her with such urgency. “Ah yes Frankie give it to me.” She screamed out. Charlotte felt Frankie whip her clit and it made her scream out in pure pleasure and she began cumming all over his cock and squirting. She was making such a mess on his cock. His hand was whipping at her clit and it was making her orgasm so intense. “Frankie cum in me please. Give me that cum show me just how much you like your dirty teacher.” She cried out wanting to feel him cum deep in her.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Frankie was panting in rhythm with his percussive thrusts downward into Ms. Smith’s eager, writhing body, “oooohhhhh fuck, here it comes!”

Beads of sweat were beginning to form on Frankie’s brow as his thrusts became more urgent and even less delicate than they had been before. His face contorted as he felt his cum rising up his shaft, making his already thick cock swell even more inside of Ms. Smith’s body. She was so fucking sexy. This may have been the best sex of Frankie’s life.

When Ms. Smith squirted again, this time Frankie didn’t shy away from it, letting her hot juices spray and splatter all over him—so warm and so wet! By now her large desk was at an angle, shoved back by his onslaught of rough thrusts and just as the desk corner hit the blackboard, his cock blasted its first jet of thick, hot semen into her clenching, wet hole. He pounded again, clutching her body against his and forcing every inch of his big cock inside of her as it jerked and sputtered, filling her to overflowing with his very thick, white cum.

“Fuck… I’m cumming so damn hard…” Frankie groaned, his lips next to Ms. Smith’s ear as he continued to cling to her until his balls were completely drained, “amazing… fuck this is amazing.”

When it was all over and done with, he just laid there on top of her for a long moment, panting to catch his breath while his hands casually explored her exquisite body—feeling her breasts, squeezing her thighs, grasping her ass and back again. He didn’t want to miss a single detail of his first time with the sexy, engaged English teacher. He also didn’t want for this to be the last time, so he needed to be off to his fifth period class.

“Well, that was fucking incredible,” Frankie smiled before kissing her one last time and standing back up, “what do you have planned for tonight? Any chance we could get a tutoring session in after dinner time?”

Frankie pulled up his designer shorts and jeans, fixing his belt before retrieving his shirt from where he’d draped it across one of the seat backs. He absently wondered if she was on the pill or if there was a chance he’d just knocked a kid into her—not that it mattered much. She had a fiancée for raising any unexpected consequences of their little affair.

“I’ve got to get to math, but I’d really like to see you tonight,” Frankie continued, gathering his belongings from the desk where they’d started, “I’ll call you… Charlotte.”

Frankie held up her card, calling her by her first name for the first time—had he even known her first name before then? He worked his way back to her desk and draped his arm through the open front of her dress and around the exposed small of her back, pulling her into one last, wet, tongue kiss before making his way out into the hall just before the bell rang.

*-*-*

The end of the day couldn’t come quick enough for Frankie.

It was an odd kind of torment, sexually conquering the hottest teacher in the history of his school but not being able to brag to his friends about it. He needed to put some deeds on the books that people could know about and he knew right where to start. One doesn’t get their own parking spot in the student lot without being willing to defend it.

That little bastard had said he was all talk. Frankie needed to make an example of him.

His dad and his trainer would probably beat seven shades of shit out of Frankie if they knew he was even considering fighting at school—especially since hundreds of thousands of dollars hinged on his ability to meet the bell for his Semi-Pro Mixed Martial Arts fight, and if anything happened to him, lots of people who don’t like losing money would lose their investments—but this was high school—dog eat dog.

“Hey, shithead!” Frankie shouted across the parking lot, now a sea of students, “I’m all talk, right? Why don’t you say that shit again now that school’s out!”

The kid didn’t really get much of a chance to say anything before Frankie was right on top of him, delivering a right-armed haymaker punch right at the punk’s jaw. His head snapped back and he fell straight back onto the asphalt parking lot. Before he even got a chance to get up, Frankie was stomping his ribs.

“How’s that? I said, how’s that bitch? Little bitch! You’re my bitch now, you hear me?” Frankie continued to rain stomps and kicks on the ill prepared kid, he coughed blood onto the ground and his girlfriend screamed, running to get help, “you like that, bitch?”

Frankie noticed that the kid’s car door was open and he got an idea to really send a message. He draped the kid’s left arm over onto the driver’s seat and held the door open with both hands.

“If you ever park here again,” Frankie began, there was a mob of other kids crowding around to watch the show by now, “it’s going to be even worse for you than this. Next time, I take a leg.”

Planting his feet and using overhand force, Frankie slammed the car door on the other student’s arm so hard that the window shattered. As the kid started screaming and writhing around the ground, Frankie saw his opportunity to make his escape. He sprinted through the crowd of cheering students to get to his car.

It was actually good that he hadn’t parked in the lot today. His tires left long, black skid marks as he sped away.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Charlotte moaned out as he slammed into her. Frankie was really giving it to her like no man had ever done before and it felt like heaven. Her pussy was cumming and cumming again. One orgasm after another. She had never experienced this many orgasm in a row. It was so intense having so many powerful orgasms.

She felt his cock started to blast cum in her and it felt so good. Her pussy clenched tightly on his cock. He was filling her with his cum. “Oh god yes Frankie.” She screamed out. She wrapped her legs around him holding him deep in her pussy. Her breathing was very heavy as he was filling her tight little pussy up with his cum.

She was happy that she actually let herself do this. He was on top of her and she was starting to catch her breath back. His hands were moving her body feeling her boobs, thighs and ass. He kissed her and she kissed back. “Yeah it was pretty amazing Frankie.” She said smiling watching him stand up. She got up off the desk. “Well I am sure I can find some time for my favourite student.” She said laughing.

She pulled the material of her panties back in place. She looked at him and blushed when he called her Charlotte. “Yes, that is my name Frankie.” She said. She was about to do her dress back up when he came over to her and draped his arm through the open front of her dress to her exposed small of back pulling her to him. He kissed her and she kissed him back. “Text me a time and a place and I will be there Frankie.” She said smiling at him before he walked out.

He left her feeling all hot and bothered. She fastened her dress up and fixed her hair ready for her next class. She could not stop thinking of him throughout the rest of her day. Finally, the school bell rang, and she collected her things and went home. She found a note from her fiancé saying he had to go out of town for a few days for work and for her to ring him. She dialled his number.

“Hey baby I am sorry I have to work out of town for a few days, but you know business it takes me all over.” Andrew her fiancé said. “It is fine honey I understand.” She said. “How was work? Anything interesting happen?” He asked. She thought to herself well something very interesting did happen, but she couldn’t tell him. “No nothing overly interesting. I will let you get back to work.” She said. “Bye love you.” He said. “Bye.” She said she couldn’t bring herself to say she loved him after what she had done today.

She made her something to eat and got changed into- https://i.ibb.co/k5jR5dL/Black-Lacy-Nightie-Red-Bow.png and got comfortable on her couch with a glass of wine before texting him: Hey Frankie my fiancé is out of town for a few days if you want to come over and have your first tutoring session , I am free. She added a map to her house for him.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

A Sack of Tiny Bones

While Charlotte was thinking about Frankie intently, she was the furthest thing from his mind right now. Absolutely primary, first, second and third was his hand—fuck! The blow that likely shattered his opponent’s jaw had wrecked similar havoc of Frankie’s hand, just weeks before a prize fight in which his father’s associates had money invested. Not far beyond his hand were dreadful thoughts of what his dad’s friends might do to him if they lost their investments because some Junior who knew nothing about anything took his parking space.

Goddamn his stupid fucking temper! Frankie pounded the heel of his injured hand against the wheel several times in frustration which only reawakened the pain in his hand. Stupid, tiny, fragile bones…

“FUUUUUCK!!!” Frankie shouted at the top of his lungs as he arrived at the front gates of his father’s palatial estate.

He was going to need to talk to Tyson, his personal trainer, about this—but he hadn’t come up with a believable lie. It would be hard to convince a fighting coach that this injury had come from anything other than a punch. There was also the matter of repercussions from the school… but Frankie couldn’t even concern himself with that now.

Frankie settled on a lie that was something approximate to the truth, which in his experience the best lies were. He decided to tell Tyson that he’d slammed his hand in the car door and that was the source of his injury. He prayed that Tyson would know what to do without calling his dad while he was in Bogota.

“Welcome home, Champ! Ready to work up a sweat?” Tyson grinned at him from his spot at the kitchen island where he slid a large glass of green juice across the granite surface when Frankie entered from the garage, “I was thinking that we warm up with some hot yoga, then go straight into weights. Then cardio for a few hours and finish the day on the heavy bag.”

Frankie looked away bashfully, how could he break this to the man who had essentially built his body—that he’d broken it being stupid. Oh please, God—don’t let it be broken!

“About that…” Frankie muttered, unable to meet his trainer’s gaze as he pulled his swollen hand from behind his back, “I, um, I had an accident at school.”

“Jesus fuck!” Tyson’s eyes grew wide in shock at how bad it looked, he too imagined a montage of tortures in store for him if the fight couldn’t get sanctioned, “Ice! Get ice on that right away!”

Frankie didn’t have a chance to comply before Tyson was retrieving gel packs from the glass-door freezer. Frankie winced as his hand and wrist were suddenly encased in freezing-cold gel that molded itself to the shape of his swollen hand and wrist.

“Goddamn sack of little tiny bones! What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I—I, um, I slammed it in the car door when I was leaving school—I was reaching for my seatbelt and—”

“Bullshit!” Tyson interrupted, “car doors mangle fingers, not hands. You punched something—or more likely, someone.”

“Please don’t tell my dad!”

“I’m not about to tell anyone. Let’s get you to my office, we can do an Ultrasound on it there.”

*-*-*

Some time later, when Charlotte’s text arrived, Frankie was having an Ultrasound done on his injured hand. Tyson was engrossed with the view of Frankie’s tiny, interlaced bones, leaving him free to read and answer her text as soon as he got it.

(Sounds like a good time. I missed my sparring workout today so it’ll be good for me to beat that pussy up instead.)

Charlotte… what would he tell her? Might as well go with the truth. She was going to find out at school anyway. He wondered nervously what this would mean for their deal—their relationship? Shit. Women were so confusing.

“Alright, I think I see the problem, Tyson muttered, making marks on the back of Frankie’s hand, “I’m going to set it, splint it and then wrap it in ice. You’re going to need to keep it iced at all times leading up to your sanctioning appointment. If it’s not swollen, maybe the bones can heal enough by then to fool them.”

“Okay, that’s for sanctioning—what about the fight?”

“A few options, none good,” Tyson went into his office to retrieve an upright piece of equipment that looked like a medieval torture device, “the safest option is the one you’ll probably like the least…”

“What?”

“You let all your little uncles and cousins know that you’re not 100%, tell them to bet on the other guy and you can promise them a decent fix. Take a powder like a good soldier and get ready to start a new winning streak on some softer opponents.”

“You’re right, I hate that option.”

“The only other option is Rocky four—you keep it secret from everyone—especially ‘the family’ and you grit it out. Strike with elbows—like you should have done in the first place! And grapple that punk into a ground and pound. It’s risky though—could go very wrong, but still not as wrong as if the sanction doesn’t clear in the first place, so hold still.”

Tyson began sliding Frankie’s fingers into what looked like metal, Chinese finger traps, all hanging downward. When he was done, Frankie’s whole arm was suspended from his fingertips. The pain was gut-wrenching. He texted Charlotte to distract himself.

(I’ll be there as soon as I can. Minor emergency over here, I’ll explain when I’m there. Nothing that’ll stop me from splitting you open like wet pine, though.)

“So, I grit it out and win on the ground. I can do that—can you drive me somewhere else after this?”

“Why, you got a hot date?”

“Not exactly. English tutoring.”

“Is that right? Yeah, I can give you a lift. You gotta find your own way back though.” Tyson answered at last, draping weights over Frankie's bicep to stretch out the fractures and set them straight.

*-*-*

Frankie’s hand was in a sling, splinted and wrapped in fresh gel packs when he arrived at Charlotte’s house. Nervous all over again to admit that he’d gotten into an after school fight. He rang the bell with his left hand. Looking sheepish again.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Charlotte was watching tv and she looked over some papers grading them as she poured herself another glass of wine wondering what Frankie was up to right now. She had only fucked this boy well she had first hand seen he was a man not a boy was driving her crazy and he was all she could think of. She was somewhat glad Andrew was away so she would have more time to spend with him. Her phone went off and she had thought it was Frankie, but it wasn’t it was Andrew.

He texted her saying he missed her and couldn’t wait to get home to his beautiful fiancé. She felt a bit guilty he was a good guy but boring as hell. He was a safe choice. She knew he would never cheat on her and he would always be good to her maybe too good because he wouldn’t fuck her like she needed to be fucked. He was a dull, safe and simple man. He made a quiet of bit of money so he could provide her a good life but nothing exciting.

They lived in a beautiful house https://na.rdcpix.com/1428182379/dce21d03e7b221e1428ee4dcfa51fe97w-c116032xd-w640_h480_q80.jpg which was bigger than most teacher’s could even dream of living in. The house was property of Andrew’s family that had money. They were a good family who had made their money through multiple successful businesses that were law abiding. She didn’t get excitement from her lifestyle with Andrew there weren’t crazy rich billionaires who lived a luxury lifestyle of excitement they just lived very comfortably and could afford things the average teacher could not.

She wondered what Frankie would think when he saw where she lived. She text Andrew back that she missed him too. Her phone went off again and she saw it was Frankie. She laughed at his message. She replied: Well this pussy does crave a beating from her favourite student . She poured another glass of wine. She had nearly gone through a whole bottle and she felt a little tipsy not drunk but just a bit buzzed.

He texted her again and she texted back: Well I am sure I can take very good care of you Frankie I am very good with my hands they are very healing. She put away her papers that she had finished grading. She heard the bell ring and she quickly checked herself out in the mirror to make sure she looked perfect for him. She answered the door in her babydoll. She saw his hand in the sling. “Oh, Frankie what happened?” She looked at him concerned. She took his other hand and led him into her house.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Frankie’s jaw fell open the second he saw Charlotte in her slutty negligee—she looked amazing! He grasped her hand as she led him inside, dimly noticing the lavishness of her home but rather watching her round, nearly bare ass jiggling in front of him. He wanted so badly to bury his face in it—but he was supposed to tell her something, wasn’t he? Fuck, it was so firm and bouncy, it seemed almost to defy gravity and physics.

“I um—” Frankie started, but trailed off, pulling Charlotte back with his left hand into a deep and passionate kiss. It was even better than it had been at school, there was no rushing this time—like they were the only two people on the earth.

His good hand cradled the side of her face as he sighed through his nose, gently moving the outermost locks of her hair. Their tongues once again writhed together between their lips in a dance that became more sensuous as it became more familiar. His fingertips trailed down her long, graceful throat and he caressed her breast—only to suddenly push her back.

“No! Wait…” Frankie gasped, forgetting that it had been him who initiated the encounter in the first place, “I have to tell you something. I—I beat up a kid in the parking lot, after school. I’m probably going to get suspended, but that’s nothing compared to what my dad’s friends will do to me if I can’t fight in two weeks.”

It all came rushing out of him like a flood, he was stressed. Charlotte made it easy to forget all of his problems and concerns—but he couldn’t just hide it from her. She’d find out about it in the morning no matter what, but beyond that… something about her made him want to actually be trustworthy—which wasn’t an impulse he was entirely accustomed to.

“I don’t know if that means that you don’t want this to continue… whatever this is, but I had to tell you. I couldn’t lie about it.” Frankie’s hand was still caressing her lace-covered breast, even as he confided deeper feelings than he was entirely comfortable with. “If you want me to leave, I can get an Uber.”

Frankie looked up into Charlotte’s eyes, his own misty with emotion. Was this what it felt like to be vulnerable with someone? Frankie loved and hated this feeling all at once.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Frankie cradled the side of Charlotte’s face and moved her hair gently. They kissed again making out passionately. Their tongues were tangling together. She moaned out into his mouth as he ran his fingertips over throat and breasts. She liked having him here with her with no disturbances and no chance of being caught

She wondered what was wrong when he said no wait. She looked into his eyes waiting patiently to here what he had to say. She smiled at him reassuringly. She wasn’t extremely shocked about him fighting. He had a reputation in the staff room for fighting. She was surprised he would actually share this with her because he didn’t have to her although she would find out tomorrow, he didn’t have to tell unless he really did like her.

His hands were caressing her lace covered breasts. “No Frankie you don’t need to leave. It isn’t like I didn’t know what kind of guy you are. I don’t like that you put yourself in position to suspended but it doesn’t change how I feel for you.” She said. She leaned in and kissed him passionately.

“I really like you Frankie way more than I just want to fuck you way as well.” She said stroking his manly chest. She lifted his bandaged hand up and kissed it softly. “Now I should punish you for being a bad, bad boy but I think I like bad boys so I’d rather take your mind off your injury.” She said. She led him into the living room and sat him down on the couch. She got on his lap and straddled him kissing him passionately grinding her ass against his crotch.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Frankie had been fucking around about not having people care about him, if anything his father among others cared too much about him—about crafting him, training him—“grooming” him, they called it. The same word as a dog’s haircut. But the way Charlotte was treating him, the way she looked at him, it was an altogether unfamiliar but pleasant feeling. He wanted more. What was that called? Was there even a name for it?

Charlotte was hot enough to melt steel and when she sat him down and straddled him, his nineteen-year-old cock was harder than steel. The back of her little nightie thing was nonexistent and her luscious, round ass was completely exposed, save for a tiny string of fabric running through her ass. Those thick cheeks basically hid the entirety of her panties. Her bare ass was grinding on him. Frankie had changed into a jogging suit while he was having his hand set, so there was very little substance whatsoever between his rigid cock and her grinding cheeks.

“Fuck you’re sexy,” Frankie sighed when he came up for air, bringing his left hand down hard onto Charlotte’s right cheek. As his hand landed he gripped the flesh of her ass and jiggled it until his cock nestled in to join her bashful G-string, “and tonight, I’m going to reward you for your exceptional taste in men.”

It was just his luck that he’d be hooking up with a gorgeous piece-of-ass like Charlotte, with more ass and tits than eight hands could sufficiently handle, and his own hand arsenal would be limited by half. It was like that Twilight Zone episode about the old dude with bad eyes who loved books and then when everybody left him alone he broke his glasses and couldn’t read shit.

They sucked face for a while longer while Frankie tried to even out his spanking by reaching his left arm across her ass to smack the other cheek. When he came up for air again he turned his head to drag his teeth across her neck. Even with one hand, he was able to cradle her round ass in one hand and pick her up off of him. He bit down on her neck slowly, writhing his tongue against the little tent of flesh until he felt certain it would leave a mark. He released his bite at the same time as he planted her on her back in the couch.

“Since I’m limited by my hand, I think it’s about time I show you what this tongue can do,” Frankie smirked, towering over Charlotte before shoving her legs apart, one at a time using his good hand before kneeling between her thighs, “and you can show my hand how much you want it to get better.”

Frankie gave her pussy one solid, resounding slap with his good hand before shortening his motion and delivering a series of rapid, short slaps directly to her clit through her tiny, thin panties.

“Yeah, you like that shit, don’t you, whore?” Frankie continued to grin as he lifted her left thigh onto his shoulder and gently laid his ice-wrapped hand on her heaving breasts, the bandages around his injury were cold to the touch, “let’s see how hot you can get down here while you get cold up there.”

Frankie had enough dexterity left in his hand to move his thumb back and forth across the stiff outline of her nipple when it hardened as he continued slapping her clit, grasping the edge of her panties in his teeth. As he pulled the scrap of fabric aside with his mouth, he let the final succession on slaps come down directly onto her bare clit. He then captured the red little nub in his mouth and sucked her clit hard, like he was trying to slurp an oyster out of a half-shell.

 

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Charlotte blushed when he told her she was sexy. Frankie had her blushing an awful lot recently because of Frankie. He was very charming, but she didn’t feel he was doing it just to fuck her. She did feel he genuinely liked her, and she hoped that she was right. She didn’t fancy just being another bitch he fucked. His hands were on her ass making her moan out. She felt his cock hard against her.

She felt like a teenage all this sucking face they were doing but she liked it. She moaned loudly when he spanked her ass. He was dragging his teeth over her neck. Her neck was one of her weak spots and she was purring out like a kitty for him. He lifted her up and bite on her neck. “You are a very bad boy Frankie, but I like it.” She laughed as she looked up at him.

“Well your hands showed me what they could do earlier today.” She laughed. Frankie stood above her and push her legs apart. She gasped out feeling him slap her pussy god that felt good. She was surprised that her pussy began squirting for him inside her pantie making them very wet and dripping with her juices.

“Yeah I do spank your bad teacher’s pussy.” She cried out Her pussy was squirting making a mess under her as he slapped her pussy. He lifted her thigh and put it over his shoulder and moved his iced hand to her breasts. The cold was nice on her breasts, but it made her wriggle around though. “Frankie it is pretty hot down there already you have started a fire between my legs and only you can put it out.” She said laughing.

She moaned out feeling his thumb moving against her nipples the cold making her nipple rock hard. She closed her eyes as he continued hitting at her clit through her panties. She felt his teeth pulling her panties to the side and then he took her clit in his mouth. “Ah Frankie yes.” She whimpered out in pleasure wriggling around under him. She pushed her pussy out grinding against his face. “God Frankie put your tongue in me please taste your teacher’s pussy.” She said.