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Donna James is an English teacher at the local high school. Having just turned 42 she is at her sexual peak. There is only one problem… her husband is an overweight balding workaholic who appears to have little interest in sex. What makes it worse is looking at the young hunks in her 12th grade literature class. It was her last class of the day and her pussy was dripping with desire when it was over. Donna would rush home, pull out her vibrator and fuck herself to several orgasms while fantasizing about the young men in her class. There was one boy in particular, Mark, who she fantasized about more than the others. He was dark haired and mysterious… a loner but well built and handsome. He had recently transferred from another school.
Donna would never act on any of her fantasies… certainly not with her students. She was a respected member of the community and would never risk losing her job. However, Donna had another fantasy that would often creep into her mind while she was masturbating. She imagined being taken by force and getting fucked against her will, only it wasn’t really against her will because she loved it.
This is a story about Mark and his teacher Donna. Mark is aware that his teacher has been stealing glances at him. He stopped to see her after class on a few occasions and could tell she was flustered when he stood closer than normal. He wore tight jeans that showed the bulge of his well endowed manhood, and tight t-shirts to show his muscular arms and torso. All of it caught her attention. He was sure she would fuck him if an opportunity presented itself. Mark was going to make sure that happened.
I, of course, will play Mark. I’m looking for someone to play Donna who doesn’t mind their sex a little rough, and in fact enjoys it that way but not until putting up a fight. Don’t worry, I won’t get violent, just forceful. There will be an opening for her daughter later.
IC: I watched Mrs. James leave the school and head to her car. For someone in her 40s she was hot and sexy. Her long red hair made her even more appealing. I knew she had the hots for me. It was going to be easy… just like Mrs. Brown at my last school. Oh, she might say ‘no’ or ‘we shouldn’t’ but those were only words. She just needed a little persuasion before she would be screaming with pleasure.
I had watched her routine for the past week and knew she would head home. Her daughter Bridget was at soccer practice and her husband was working. She would be alone for the next two hours.
I followed her at a distance and watched her pull into the driveway. When I was sure she was inside the house I walked up and rang the doorbell. After a few moments a startled Mrs. James opened the door.
“Um… hi, Mrs. James. I’m sorry to disturb you at home like this but I really didn’t know what else to do. I really need some help… advice… and, well I know you would be able to help. Do you mind if I come in for a few minutes?”
Donna would never act on any of her fantasies… certainly not with her students. She was a respected member of the community and would never risk losing her job. However, Donna had another fantasy that would often creep into her mind while she was masturbating. She imagined being taken by force and getting fucked against her will, only it wasn’t really against her will because she loved it.
This is a story about Mark and his teacher Donna. Mark is aware that his teacher has been stealing glances at him. He stopped to see her after class on a few occasions and could tell she was flustered when he stood closer than normal. He wore tight jeans that showed the bulge of his well endowed manhood, and tight t-shirts to show his muscular arms and torso. All of it caught her attention. He was sure she would fuck him if an opportunity presented itself. Mark was going to make sure that happened.
I, of course, will play Mark. I’m looking for someone to play Donna who doesn’t mind their sex a little rough, and in fact enjoys it that way but not until putting up a fight. Don’t worry, I won’t get violent, just forceful. There will be an opening for her daughter later.
IC: I watched Mrs. James leave the school and head to her car. For someone in her 40s she was hot and sexy. Her long red hair made her even more appealing. I knew she had the hots for me. It was going to be easy… just like Mrs. Brown at my last school. Oh, she might say ‘no’ or ‘we shouldn’t’ but those were only words. She just needed a little persuasion before she would be screaming with pleasure.
I had watched her routine for the past week and knew she would head home. Her daughter Bridget was at soccer practice and her husband was working. She would be alone for the next two hours.
I followed her at a distance and watched her pull into the driveway. When I was sure she was inside the house I walked up and rang the doorbell. After a few moments a startled Mrs. James opened the door.
“Um… hi, Mrs. James. I’m sorry to disturb you at home like this but I really didn’t know what else to do. I really need some help… advice… and, well I know you would be able to help. Do you mind if I come in for a few minutes?”
