Trent

As far as teachers went, Sophie wasn't the worst. She was easy on the eyes and renewed to be easy with her assignments. But Trent hated that she served to have a word soft-spot for 'losers.' He would fix that, though. Sophie acted like the doting mother, but he thought she was something else: a slut. All it would take was a nudge or a push from him to get her into place, or so he thought at least.

It took him a while to figure out how to get her alone, but he eventually settled on simply being kept after class. He wouldn't risk his grades, so he figured he'd go back to disrupting the class in general.

And just as he'd expected, Sophie made him stay after class. This is too easy, he thought to himself. He sat at his desk with a cocky smile while the students filed out. Sophie went to close the door and in an Pinstant, he was behind her, pressing her against it. "You're so easy to figure out, Ms. Sophie."

"T-trent! What are you doing? Let me go!" She struggled underneath his grasp, but it didn't seem to do any good. He was significantly stronger than she was. Worse yet, this was her last class of the day. No one would be coming in to help her.

"I bet you kept me after because you thought you could 'fix' me. Maybe that's what you tell yourself." He reached under her skirt and ran his fingers along her underwear. "But, deep down, I think you like the way I act. You're tired of all of these weak men, like that loser in class or even your son. You want a real man to teach you what it's like to be a woman, don't you?"

She hated every second of this. Even more, she hated how her body was reacting to him. Sophie could feel the heat inside of her as it rose to her cheeks. "You're wrong..." She replied with a soft moan. His fingers began to slide back and forth along her clothes slit.

"Admit it, Ms. Sophie: you're a slut for dominant men. You want me to bend you over and fuck that cunt of yours or maybe you'd rather a fill your throat with my cock. Well, don't worry: we'll have plenty of time for both while I break you in." He kissed down her neck as he further taunted her.

A hard slap to her ass jolted her back to reality, but only for a moment. "Tell me I'm right and I'll give you what you really want: my cock. I'll make you my MILF slut. I just want you to admit it. I want you to know your place as my woman."

"This is... ridiculous. Let me go right now or I'll— mph!" Sophie's eyes shot wide as his lips silenced hers. His hand finally slipped under her underwear and he could immediately feel just how wet she was. He gave her pussy a small slap which made her squeak against his kiss.

He pulled his lips away and gave her pussy another smack. Her body jolted with pleasure; even if she knew she should hate this, her body was loving it. "Admit it. Say you're my slut and I'll make you feel really good. I'm sure it's been so long since you've felt this... I'll even let you decide what I do to you."

She was biting her lip harder than was comfortable. It had been so long since anyone had touched her there. Her body wanted this and that part of her was slowly winning out. I can't fight back against him... I should just ask for the bare minimum... Or, I could just let him have his way with me. It's not like I want that, but he's just so strong. He'll probably ask for it anyways.