Demand a kiss

“You look so sweet, Miss Miller.” I climb deliberately to my feet, licking my lip in anticipation. “But you and I both know that under that virginal sweetness, you're really a needy slut.”

“No, Mr. Patterson! I'm a good girl, I swear to God.” Her slender body is trembling, and she still hasn't lifted her eyes; this confused schoolgirl doesn't know what to think, but I do. I want to defile her innocent beauty. I want to ruin her pure sweetness and turn her into a cock-hungry whore with a reputation that every boy in her school will learn about. Three more steps put me within easy arms reach and I have to fight the temptation to grab her by her perfect tits. I'll do that too, but first I want to feel her lips quivering against mine.

“Really, Miss Miller.” I lift her chin until her eyes rise to meet mine. “I thought we went over this. Do good girls send nude pictures of themselves to men old enough to be their fathers?”

“No, Sir.” The words are no more than a breathy whisper. She looks so timid and demure; I almost forget that this is the same sexy young woman that I've already fucked a half dozen different times. As much as I liked the games that came out of last week's books, I find myself turned on even more by this forbidden schoolgirl fantasy that Alision is acting out.

“I'm going to kiss you, Miss Miller.” I whisper just as quietly, but with a lot more confidence. “Not like some pretty boy kisses his sweetheart.” I warn her, “I'm going to kiss you like a man kisses a woman.” Her eyes widen and then, I see just the tiniest hint of a nod.

It is not a gentle kiss. As soon as my mouth covers hers, I **** my tongue between her soft lips; she clutches at my shoulders and mews in surprise at how fast I'm moving. This is hardly the first kiss that young women dream about. I doubt Alison was expecting me to plunder her mouth like this, and I can only imagine how an innocent high school student might react if her teacher kissed her like this. Over the years, I taught a fair number of students who developed some pretty serious crushes on me, especially when I was younger. I am finally going to get the chance to take advantage of one of these ripe young prizes, and I no longer have the patience for a slow seduction. Even as Alison wiggles in my grasp, I push my knee between her legs spreading them open and then as she protests weakly, I find her firm teenaged breast and squeeze it hard.

She whimpers softly into my mouth, and I feel her small hands push at my chest. At the moment though, I don't really give a damn about what Alison thinks about the kiss. I'm excited by my ability to coerce this timid young student into stripping naked at my whim, and eager to claim her for my perverse pleasure.

“Quit your whining, Miss Miller.” I lift my mouth long enough to growl at the naked young woman. “You wanted me to see your tits, well you got your wish.” I love the way her eyes widen when she sees the way I am leering at her. She's no longer whimpering, but her voice is trembling unsteadily as she tries to slow me down.

“You're scaring me, Mr. Patterson.”

“You think you're scared now, Miss Miller?” I brush her cheek gently with the back of my fingers. I still can't believe how supple and soft her teenaged skin feels. At nineteen, she's just a little old for a high school student, but not by much. “I can't wait to see your face when my cock starts splitting your tight little pussy open.” I make the seriousness of the situation clear by releasing her breast and sliding it over her belly, over her mons Venus and to the folds of her labia which were dripping with her juices. With my knee between her thighs, she can't stop me from exploring freely.

“Please no, Sir.” Any possibility that Alison is no longer playing the role of the confused student is immediately put to rest as she goes on. “I'm still a virgin, you can't touch me like this.”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you started acting like a horny little slut.” As slick as she is, my fingers slip easily into her. “You've been begging for this all week long.” Alison moans weakly, and I feel her hips start to move in time with my steady stroking. She may be playing the role of a **** innocent, but her body is responding as readily as ever. “I am going to pop your precious cherry, Honey.” I chuckle cruelly, “I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight.”

“You're so mean, Mr. Patterson.” Alison's words come out in little pants as my fingering is having a clear effect, “I thought you'd be the perfect lover, gentle and caring...”