Detention | By : Laura5402 Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 4495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Here I am, heading once again to the detentions room because some smart-ass teen thinks he’s better than the teachers. The worst is he’s not even my student; I was woken up early in the morning by a desperate headmaster with a missing teacher. I’ve worked in this school before and he knows I like working here; the atmosphere is pleasant and the other teachers are warm and polite. He really caught me off-guard and all I could do in my sleepy state was to accept. I think I didn’t wake up properly until the screams of about 25 teenagers greeted me in the classroom. And that was when the problems began.
I hadn’t even set a foot inside the classroom when a paper ball flies past my nose and almost knocks down my glasses. I spotted the culprit at once but decided to give him a second chance. Big mistake. The second I turned my back to write on the board, the classroom became a complete chaos. And this was throughout the hour. Needles to say, by the time the bell rang I had a dreadful headache. Anyway, halfway through the class the same student who had thrown the paper ball decided he’d take a little nap considering my class was “boring as hell”, quoting. After a long and pointless discussion I gave him a detention. You can’t imagine how much I’m regretting it now.
So I walk into the classroom and I see that my wrongdoer is the only one there. He’s not looking at me in the best of ways. I suppose he had better plans for the afternoon than spending it locked up in a stuffy classroom. Well, after all I had them too, so he better not complain; it’s his entire fault after all.
Fifteen minutes later all he does is stare at me and refuse to work. I’m starting to feel irritated and my good, teacher-like manners are failing me. I try to reason with him but it proves useless, again. You would think a private school-student would be disciplined but this is certainly not the case. He is arrogant and rude. I have to suppress the urge I have of slapping him as he stands up violently from his seat and stands in front of me.
‘Mr. Levine, I’m warning you,’ I say, plucking up courage as best I can, ‘Go back to your seat or I’ll be forced to call the Headmaster.’
‘You won’t do such thing,’ he retorts, closing in his face to mine. I try to steady my breathing because it’s starting to come out sharp and fast.
‘Mr. Levine, sit down right now or I’ll…’
‘Or you’ll what?’ he interrupts, a cocky smile spreading through his face.
‘I’ll…’
He grabs my face with both hands and kisses me roughly. I push him away with my hands but he’s incredibly strong for a teenager. I struggle against him and when I open my mouth to scream he slides his tongue inside. My brain is ordering me to stop this nonsense but my primal instincts urge me to go on. I think he notices I gave up struggling because he pins me to the board and kisses me strongly and deeper. I can feel his erection against my abdomen and it makes me forget completely where I am.
My hands work of their own accord, dancing through his hair and neck. He sets his hands under my legs and makes me put them around his waist which I do willingly. His mouth shots to my neck and starts kissing and biting softly. I try my best not to moan and instead busy myself with his shirt and tie. I loosen it up a bit, only enough to take off his shirt revealing a well-built chest and arms. I dig my nails on his shoulders as he makes his way down to my breasts, kissing them through the thin fabric of my bra.
He presses me harder to the wall and strips me of my shirt and bra. I can feel his warm skin against mine, his desire pouring out from every pore, intoxicating me. His right hand goes down under my skirt and pushes aside my panty. I feel his rough fingers rubbing my clit and going down to my entrance, moistening everything. I sink my head on his shoulder to muffle the sounds of my gasps. I sense he smiles. I hear him unbuckling his trousers and I tremble in anticipation. He takes his rigid member in his hand and slides it into me with a grunt.
He moves slowly at first, his forehead against mine, his eyes set on me. His movements accelerate, his thrusts become harder and deeper. His hot breath on my neck makes me go mad. I feel a strong desire I had never experienced. I wrap my legs tighter on him and my arms go round his neck. I moan in his ear, knowing that it’ll arouse him even more. His hands are under me, helping me bounce up and down, sliding on his manhood.
His muscles tighten up and I feel mine doing the same as my orgasm builds up inside me. My legs shake uncontrollably around his now sweaty body. We both let out an orgasmic cry and come together. I feel his fluids filling me completely as mine drip down his legs. He disentangles my legs from his body and helps me stand. I’m panting hard and my heart pounds fast as ever both from exhaustion and excitement. I pick up my clothes and get dressed and he does the same. My breathing is even now but my heart is thumping rapidly.
He straightens up putting on his tie and smiles at me. I feel my cheeks blushing and avoid his eyes like a silly youngster. He comes to me and I look up again.
‘I think detention is over,’ he grins.
I watch him walk away towards the door. ‘Mr. Levine,’ I say. He turns around, his hand on the door handle. ‘Leave this room and it means detention for the whole week.’
He gives me a wicked smile. ‘Well, then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.’ He winks and leaves the room. I gaze at his back as he disappears along the corridor and smile.
‘I think it’ll be an interesting week after all.’
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