My muse has whispered a new story into my ears...
It is much more violent than anything I have written before so reader beware...
You will find some forms of:
Interracial love,
ENF,
exhibitionism,
spanking,
anal,
and the most violent form of nonconsent/reluctance that I have written to date.
So do not go further if that is not your cup of tea...
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Lara was 28, blonde, 5'6", slim and beautiful. She was confident of her beauty but she was never haughty or bitchy about it. She just knew how men saw her and enjoyed the attention that she got from their looks. Despite her self-awareness, Lara had remained level headed, friendly and easily approachable.
She was too often judged solely by her looks to do the same thing to others.
She enjoyed the benefits of beauty but hated the downsides that came with it. Lara was always a bit weary of superficial men who seemed solely drawn to her because of her physique.
Lara also despised the way some men put her on a pedestal. She was in no way a fragile statue to be observed and revered. And, despite her proper virginal image, Lara wanted her men to treat her like the full-fledged woman that she was with her qualities, her faults, her loves, her desires, and most importantly her lust. Laura felt that men respected her too much. She longed for lust, passion and to be driven to exhaustion with tireless nights of sexual satisfaction. Instead, she had to settle with polite and sweet trysts that never matched her wild imagination. It was as if men were afraid that she might break.
Lara was much more than her looks and she longed to find someone who would appreciate her for all that she was.
It is this realization that had first turned her on to teaching. An early experience in life had revealed the great wisdom of children in terms of their capacity to judge. With innocence, it seemed, came the capacity to assess the true nature of a human being. Children were never fooled for very long by the outward appearance of an adult, they could easily detect the real person behind the mask. Children fell in love with Lara because they knew that she genuinely cared for them.
Then, as her career evolved, Lara had eventually redeployed her energies onto older adolescents. The greater difficulty was a challenge that she embraced. Teenagers were tougher to reach. Some were diamonds in the rough; greatly damaged from years of abuse or neglect. Others, truth be told, were assholes that could not be helped. Sifting between the two categories was a true labor of love. Lara lived for the few instances when she managed to help a teenager in trouble; opening new doors and opportunities was its own reward. Lara was a Math teacher who split her time between two very different schools. The public school where her work took on the meaning that she thrived for and a private school dealing with rich kids to pay the bills.
She had two cases in point to reinforce her views: Woody B. Jackson, the good, and Samuel Ortega, the ugly.
Woody lived on the first floor of the same Brooklyn brownstone as Lara. He was a genius black kid from a broken family in an underprivileged neighborhood. His mom had done as best as she could but she had been powerless to protect him from years of bullying. His unique talents had caused a rift with his peers and he lived in near total solitude outside of his close family.
Woody would be best described as the gentle giant black equivalent of Woody Allen. He was tall but he did not stand much taller than Lara. He was always hunched over thus making him look much shorter than he actually was. He was introverted, awkward, and hesitant in his mannerisms. He was soft spoken and very kind, yet few people conversed long enough to realize how bright he actually was.
Lara had sympathized with Woody's mom when she had first moved into the building 6 years earlier. Woody was only 12 years old at the time. He was suffering through the roughest patch of schooling for any awkward pre-teen a period otherwise known as middle-school.
Lara had become his tutor but, when she realized that the young man hardly needed any assistance with school, she had become the counselor, the only friend and the confident to the young man. Now 18 and ready for college, Woody was finally starting to get out of his shell a bit. They still spent several hours a week chatting together and she had been instrumental in helping him get through the college selection and application process.
As a matter of fact, on this very Friday night, Lara was getting ready to host Woody for a few hours to help him on one of the essays that he was preparing for NYU.
She had just come back from the private school after an altercation with the infamous Samuel, the bane of her existence, the rich spoilt nineteen-year-old son of an exiled Latin dictator. That rotten "kid" expected everything to be handed to him because of his family name and their wealth.
Lara needed to relax and to let go of her recent anxieties with Sam. She decided that a nice long bubble bath with a little bit of self-love would do the trick nicely. She had not taken the time to relieve her pent up sexual energies in a few days. Masturbation had become part of her regular routine, as she had remained without a serious boyfriend in some time. She had grown to relish her private play time.
By her watch, she had over an hour to calm down and relax before Woody would come up to see her.
She took a glass of red wine and printed an erotic story from her favorite website before settling into the warm bath. The story did the trick and she was soon enthralled in the sensual tale of a woman who found herself embarrassingly caught naked in a very public place. These types of stories were part of her fantasies and she would often imagine herself in these situations.
Lara was now busy exploring the depths of her " tight little pussy", as she liked to call it. She was squeezing one of her hands between her thighs as her fingers dug into her steamy folds while the other was caressing, lifting and pinching her breasts as they swayed in and out of the water.
"Knock, knock" someone was at the door.
"Oh man!" complained Lara. She looked at the time and saw that it was twenty minutes to seven; almost forty minutes before her meeting time. But then, Woody was often early to their appointments, always eager to see her.
"Knock, knock" the banging redoubled.
Lara quickly got out of the bath and put on her thick pink terrycloth bathrobe without even taking the time to dry herself. She would open the door to let Woody in and then run back to get dressed before he saw her in her state of undress. After six years, he knew his way around the place.
Lara opened the door and, before she had a chance to run back into her room, a huge parcel was pushed through the door way.
Lara panicked realizing that the delivery man would see her in her bathrobe. Though she was not showing anything, the thought of conducting a transaction in this state of undress made her uncomfortable.
"Wait! Wait!" she shouted as she tried to push the package back through the door to close it.
But the box would not budge. It was forcefully pushed into her and she fell backwards on her bum.
Lara looked up surprised and disoriented.
To her utter shock, the man wearing the delivery uniform was none other than the tall, dark, forbidding Samuel Ortega. He was staring down at her with a smirk.
Lara tried to scramble to her feet.
Sam swiftly shut the door and in two quick steps flew across the vestibule to stand over his Math teacher.
"Hey teach!" he pronounced with a mocking tone.
Sam was big, athletic and strong. He stood over six feet tall and made Lara look and feel like a little girl.
He bent down and started to reach for Lara as she tried to back away from him with her hands clenched over her chest.
His large hands grabbed her feminine wrists and pulled them in the air and over her head.
A large lump formed in her throat and, while her mind was telling her to scream, to shout, she was left mute and frozen in fear.
She was powerless to resist his incredible strength.
He kept on pulling her up by her arms, as he lifted them above her head, until she was standing in front of him on her toes.
He slowly stared at her from her feet to her head. He effortlessly made her pivot and spin in front of him calmly observing her.
Lara could not believe it. There she was, being manipulated like a puppet on a string. She was nude beneath her robe, being ogled by one of her worst and most hateful students. She was within his grip; powerless to do anything to stop him.
Sam lifted her higher and suspended her off the ground.
