| Straight: Student and Teacher: Extra Credit (1/2) |
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Fiona was failing chemistry. No matter how hard she worked, she just couldn't grasp the material. After weeks of tutoring and extra work, Fiona decided to confront her chemistry professor, Mr. Nolan. He was an intimidating man -- tall, burly, broad shouldered, a grisly beard. He was known for his particularly cruel disposition and demanding attitude. One Thursday, Fiona was at school late, as her sports meeting ran over. Everyone had left, but she needed to get a book from her locker. Wandering the dark empty halls, she noticed that Mr. Nolan's room had a light on. Seeing this as a perfect opportunity to approach him with her concerns for the impending final, she knocked lightly on the door and timidly popped her head inside. "Mr. Nolan, do you have a moment?" She squeaked. Nolan grunted in response. She scuttled inside and shut the door. "Um, I was wondering if we could speak about my grade?" "Yes, I've noticed your grades have been slipping. If this behavior continues, you won't graduate," replied Nolan dryly. Fiona's heart sank upon hearing these words. Nolan leaned back comfortably in his chair and regarded Fiona. Her curvy eighteen year old frame was accentuated in her classic schoolgirl outfit. It was evident that she had dressed after her sports in a hurry, because the collar of her blouse was turned up, her skirt pleats were crumpled, and her thick dark locks were a bit disheveled. "Of course, if you do what I tell you to, you could still pass with an A." Fiona leaped at this, and gushed that she would do anything; more work, extra credit, make up tests... "Come closer," demanded Nolan. Fiona hesitated, and stepped forward. Nolan rose from his chair, not bothering to hide his desire for the young girl. She began to sense his intentions, and stood paralyzed. She knew that there was no one at school; even the janitors had left. He stepped closer to her, and swept the back of his thick hand over her neck. Her thighs quivered at his touch. He brushed aside her hair and inhaled the smell of her neck; without realizing it, she bent her head back to offer her neck to him, like a vulnerable prey offering itself to a lion. He continued brushing her smooth skin until every place on her body became hot, and Nolan's chest began to heave in deep, slow breaths. His breathing growing raspy, his hands explored her chest, and with a sudden movement, he ripped open her blouse, causing buttons to fly everywhere. Fiona yelped at his action: she was beginning to realize that this was going too far. Yet, she needed that grade... Unable to decide between her grade and giving herself to her aggressive teacher, Fiona failed to react further. Meanwhile, Nolan reached around her back and undid her bra. Sliding it off of her arms, he gazed hungrily at the sight of her breasts: under his penetrating stare, Fiona's nipples hardened. Standing close to Nolan, she felt him do the same. He began working the buttons of her skirt impatiently; with a newfound vigor, he tore it open. He stood back to look at his work. "Take off the panties," he demanded. |
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oh fuck!!
