Detention.
My life has been a sheltered one, but after my strict father died, I decided it was time to learn more about life. At 18 I enrolled in an evening class at the local high school and soon made friends. Apart from the subjects I was taking, I learned about socialising with others - that included flirting. I found I really enjoyed flirting and I seemed to be quite good at it from the attention I would get from men. Of course, it never went any further, after all, I was still the good girl I had been raised to be.
I'm talking in class as usual and yet unable to take my eyes off the gorgeous body at the front of the class, undressing him with my eyes, he is most definitely the hottest teacher at this school. He notices me looking and I smile seductively "Is something wrong Sir?" I ask. He tells me to stop talking and carry on with my work. I enjoy flirting with him, as I have all year. I know nothing will come of it, him being my teacher, so it's a safe fun game for me "Yes Sir". I turn to my friend whispering loudly at how cute he is.
"That's it. Detention." he reprimands.
It's the end of the day and classes eventually let out, and everyone leaves to go home. I return to his classroom and approach the desk, swaying my hips as I walk. I like teasing him, making him notice the way I move. He stands and closes the door, but I'm not worried, I don't believe he'd ever actually do anything; so I carry on flirting. "I'm really very sorry Sir" I smile suggestively "I promise to be a good girl from now on."
He walks over and stands behind me. "I know you will." He pulls my hair, exposing my neck and kisses it. "Or else I will carry this on a lot further and you wouldn't want that would you?"
I'm in shock; I never thought he would take advantage of me, not really. Flirting and teasing him for the last year has been a game, that's all. I'm stunned into silence, frozen as if a rabbit caught in the headlights, not experienced enough to deal with this situation.
He continues kissing my neck and slowly his hands start to roam over my body, "I have been waiting for this for a long time. I've taught you about karma. You didn't think you could get away with flirting with me like that and expect to get nothing back, did you? Now it's my turn." He slowly starts to unbutton my shirt while still kissing my neck.
My heartbeat races, my breathing quickens and my tits are heaving almost out of my bra. "Sir..." I don't know how to tell him to stop, his kisses are doing something to my body, but I know this isn't right. "Sir... please..."
He stops kissing me. "Shut up you teasing little whore. Now strip naked for me bitch."
"What?" I can't believe this is happening. "If this is some kind of joke, I've learned my lesson Sir"
"No joke bitch! Do as I say or I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget in a hurry!" I don't move. He walks over and pins me to the wall with no escape, slowly starting to pull my clothes away. I wriggle but to no avail. One hand moves to my throat as the other grabs my breasts. I start to struggle, but I only manage to help him get his thigh between my legs.
He must be able to feel my heart beating hard beneath my heaving cleavage. I try desperately to pull his hand off my throat, but he's too strong, too powerful. He tightens his grip the more I fight, I relax; but he knows I'm just waiting for a chance to escape.
His thigh edges its way up between my legs, rubbing against my pussy. With one hand on my throat, his other hand releases my breasts from their lace prison. He admires my pert tits as they fill his hand nicely. He gently caresses them at first, enjoying their firmness as he squeezes them "Just like a peach ripe for the picking."
He kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, "You're such a tease."
I shake my head "No please." I whimper. He smiles and tries to kiss me, but I turn my head, so he grabs a handful of hair forcing his kiss on me. He pushes his tongue between my lips. His grip in my hair and around my throat tightens, threatening me. I understand the danger and kiss him back.
He presses his body up against mine, squashing my breasts against his chest. His cock is getting harder and harder as his kisses become more and more urgent. His hand moves down from my hair to my breast, grabbing it roughly. "Mmm, you like this bitch, don't you?" he taunts, leaning back and kissing me again. He takes both my hands and pins them above my head, and then reaches down to find his way under my skirt.