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catchmelikeloose talk in the classroom
girl!brendon (bren)/spencer; nc17
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ohohstarryeyed wanted teacher/student porn, and this happened. It's unbetaed and stuff. Sorry. I don't write porn for a reason.
warnings: barebacking, perceived sexual relationship between a teacher and a student, rough sex (scratching, biting, and the like), lack of a plot completely evident.
forohohstarryeyed. unbetaed. don't read this. title from the police. i am the coolest.
don't own the characters.
Bren tugs the band out of her hair and shakes her ponytail loose just before she undoes the top two buttons on her blouse. She fluffs her hair a bit and the checks the length of her pleated skirt to make sure it’s the right length. She checks around the corner to make sure that no one is around before making her way to the classroom. It’s late, well after school hours, and the building is nearly abandoned. She can hear some students practicing some sport or another through an open window, but other than that everyone has cleared out.
Spencer – Mr. Smith – is sitting behind his desk with his head down, focused on grading a stack of papers. Bren closes the door softly and then rests back against it, toying with the next button on her top. She clears her throat and undoes another button. Spencer looks up at her, and she tugs her shirt open just enough to tease – just enough so her tits are there, ever present but still covered up for the most part. Spencer looks at her like it’s the first time he’s seen her, and she’ll never get over that feeling.
He leans back in his chair and pats his knee. “Bren. Come here.” She pouts and walks over to him, sitting on his lap and wrapping her legs around him. “Mr. Smith, I came to convince you that I should pass my classes. She works his tie loose, but she leaves it on. She loves to pull on it during sex, loves the feel of it between her fingers.
“You’ve been a very bad girl. It’s going to take a lot of convincing." He slips his hands into her shirt and cups her tits. She didn’t wear a bra today. She came prepared. She knows he likes that. “This is a good start.” He leans into her, grazing his teeth over her tits and pushing her shirt down her shoulders. Her breasts are out, and Spencer doesn’t waste any time. He drags his nails over her nipple and sucks the other one into his mouth, sucking lightly. Bren bites her lip and lets out a soft whimper. Spencer loves this part. She knows from the way he always takes his time, sucking and biting, tugging and scratching. She loves it almost as much as he does.
“Mr. Smith. I’m going to let you fuck me.” She moans quietly, standing. She pushes the papers and pens and other various supplies off his desk. “I’m going to ride you.”
“Is that so, young lady?”
She tugs him up by his tie and pushes him down onto the desk, pulling herself up onto his lap and pulling her skirt up. She works his zipper down and pulls his cock out of his pants. It’s hot like this, her tits hanging out, no panties with his hands up her skirt. She knows he’ll dig his nails into her ass, and that’s one of her favorite parts. She jerks a few times and then sinks herself down onto his cock with a moan.
Spencer lets his head tip back, exposing is neck. She twists her hand up in his tie, tugging on it is she fucks herself on his cock, fast and sure, pressing her other palm into his belly. She needs him to fucking move. He does as she expects, gripping her ass in his hands and pulling her closer. “Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith, fuck me. Come on.” She moans more than speaks, rough and low, tugging hard at his tie. “Fuck me.”
Spencer moans and arches up off the desk, fucking up into her, hard and fast and just the way she likes it. Just the way she needs it. She feels full and complete, digging her nails into his shirt. She knows there will be marks on his belly later. She’ll be satisfied in the knowledge that she left them there – that she’s marking him just like he’s leaving little moon shaped nail prints on her ass and bruises on her thighs from slamming into her so. Fucking. Hard. “Fuck, Mr. Smith. So hard, so good.” He brings one hand around and presses his thumb against her clit. She cries out and her whole body shudders. She can feel that familiar pull in her belly, that tug in her thighs, and everything goes white hot. She stills and comes, collapsing onto him, pressing her face into his neck. Her hand is still balled up in his tie and she’s whimpering out, “fuckmefuckmefuckme,” as she comes down.
“Fuck.” He bites at her shoulder, hard, and there’s going to be a mark there, another piece of him that she’ll be able to look at later. He comes inside her, and it’s kind of the best fucking feeling in the world, knowing that even after they’re done he’s going to be there.
They lie there together on his desk for a moment, breathing each other in as they come down. He runs his fingers through her hair and then grins. “Well, Bren, I think you’ve proven your point.” He sits up, bringing her with him. “Now, you should clean up that mess you made on the floor. I have to finish grading these papers and get home to my wife.”
Bren hops off the desk making a show of dropping down to the floor and slowly cleaning up the papers and supplies, putting them back on the desk. She buttons her shirt up and smoothes out her skirt. “Of course, Mr. Smith. I’ll see you after school on Friday.” She grins, and as she walks out of the classroom she pulls a ring out of her pocket and slips it on her finger
girl!brendon (bren)/spencer; nc17
ohohstarryeyed wanted teacher/student porn, and this happened. It's unbetaed and stuff. Sorry. I don't write porn for a reason.warnings: barebacking, perceived sexual relationship between a teacher and a student, rough sex (scratching, biting, and the like), lack of a plot completely evident.
for
ohohstarryeyed. unbetaed. don't read this. title from the police. i am the coolest.don't own the characters.
Bren tugs the band out of her hair and shakes her ponytail loose just before she undoes the top two buttons on her blouse. She fluffs her hair a bit and the checks the length of her pleated skirt to make sure it’s the right length. She checks around the corner to make sure that no one is around before making her way to the classroom. It’s late, well after school hours, and the building is nearly abandoned. She can hear some students practicing some sport or another through an open window, but other than that everyone has cleared out.
Spencer – Mr. Smith – is sitting behind his desk with his head down, focused on grading a stack of papers. Bren closes the door softly and then rests back against it, toying with the next button on her top. She clears her throat and undoes another button. Spencer looks up at her, and she tugs her shirt open just enough to tease – just enough so her tits are there, ever present but still covered up for the most part. Spencer looks at her like it’s the first time he’s seen her, and she’ll never get over that feeling.
He leans back in his chair and pats his knee. “Bren. Come here.” She pouts and walks over to him, sitting on his lap and wrapping her legs around him. “Mr. Smith, I came to convince you that I should pass my classes. She works his tie loose, but she leaves it on. She loves to pull on it during sex, loves the feel of it between her fingers.
“You’ve been a very bad girl. It’s going to take a lot of convincing." He slips his hands into her shirt and cups her tits. She didn’t wear a bra today. She came prepared. She knows he likes that. “This is a good start.” He leans into her, grazing his teeth over her tits and pushing her shirt down her shoulders. Her breasts are out, and Spencer doesn’t waste any time. He drags his nails over her nipple and sucks the other one into his mouth, sucking lightly. Bren bites her lip and lets out a soft whimper. Spencer loves this part. She knows from the way he always takes his time, sucking and biting, tugging and scratching. She loves it almost as much as he does.
“Mr. Smith. I’m going to let you fuck me.” She moans quietly, standing. She pushes the papers and pens and other various supplies off his desk. “I’m going to ride you.”
“Is that so, young lady?”
She tugs him up by his tie and pushes him down onto the desk, pulling herself up onto his lap and pulling her skirt up. She works his zipper down and pulls his cock out of his pants. It’s hot like this, her tits hanging out, no panties with his hands up her skirt. She knows he’ll dig his nails into her ass, and that’s one of her favorite parts. She jerks a few times and then sinks herself down onto his cock with a moan.
Spencer lets his head tip back, exposing is neck. She twists her hand up in his tie, tugging on it is she fucks herself on his cock, fast and sure, pressing her other palm into his belly. She needs him to fucking move. He does as she expects, gripping her ass in his hands and pulling her closer. “Mr. Smith, Mr. Smith, fuck me. Come on.” She moans more than speaks, rough and low, tugging hard at his tie. “Fuck me.”
Spencer moans and arches up off the desk, fucking up into her, hard and fast and just the way she likes it. Just the way she needs it. She feels full and complete, digging her nails into his shirt. She knows there will be marks on his belly later. She’ll be satisfied in the knowledge that she left them there – that she’s marking him just like he’s leaving little moon shaped nail prints on her ass and bruises on her thighs from slamming into her so. Fucking. Hard. “Fuck, Mr. Smith. So hard, so good.” He brings one hand around and presses his thumb against her clit. She cries out and her whole body shudders. She can feel that familiar pull in her belly, that tug in her thighs, and everything goes white hot. She stills and comes, collapsing onto him, pressing her face into his neck. Her hand is still balled up in his tie and she’s whimpering out, “fuckmefuckmefuckme,” as she comes down.
“Fuck.” He bites at her shoulder, hard, and there’s going to be a mark there, another piece of him that she’ll be able to look at later. He comes inside her, and it’s kind of the best fucking feeling in the world, knowing that even after they’re done he’s going to be there.
They lie there together on his desk for a moment, breathing each other in as they come down. He runs his fingers through her hair and then grins. “Well, Bren, I think you’ve proven your point.” He sits up, bringing her with him. “Now, you should clean up that mess you made on the floor. I have to finish grading these papers and get home to my wife.”
Bren hops off the desk making a show of dropping down to the floor and slowly cleaning up the papers and supplies, putting them back on the desk. She buttons her shirt up and smoothes out her skirt. “Of course, Mr. Smith. I’ll see you after school on Friday.” She grins, and as she walks out of the classroom she pulls a ring out of her pocket and slips it on her finger
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Date: 2012-01-17 06:12 am (UTC)God, they are ADORABLE. <333 I love reading about them making ~special dates and aww. (Besides, I totally dig the teacher/student thing. \o/)
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Date: 2012-01-17 02:01 pm (UTC)HOT. and awesome and really hot.