Behind the appearances (Celeste's Daughter & Google)

[Celeste's Daughter]

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Faith Antoine | 26 | 5'1 ft | B cup | Dress & Shoes

Faith's routine always seemed to have been a dull one, but then again, she was never one to be in the spotlights anyway. Well, of course, she had some kind of popularity if she could call it that, but her so called fans were high school brats, meaning the age range of her lovers was somewhere between 15 and 18 give or take. As one of the few young teachers in the school, the redhead had her share of high schoolers paying attention to her, even if most of the times it was because she was facing the other way and thus they could stare at her bottom or because if they actually tried their best to look closer, they could see what kind of bra she was wearing or if lucky enough, even a little bit of her breasts. Foolish little boys would never guess it was only the bra that made her chest look somewhat fuller than it actually was. Not that she cared about what they thought.

What she really cared about, or better said who she really cared about, were the even fewer young male teachers. She wasn't one to be infatuated with much too older men, but instead, she always loved these intelligent guys in their late twenties or early thirties. In fact, one of the main reasons she was a teacher in the present was an old crush she had in her high school years on one of her teachers. Coincidentally, he was also teaching English literature at that time. She could recall those lovely hours hearing his voice even now.

Also, there was one other thing that made them so appealing. That taboo touch. Even if now it wouldn't be much of a taboo given that she was one of the teachers and legal of age, something in the back of her mind still thought that something about teachers was alluring. Something which in the last couple of years added a little bit of spice more or less to her routine. But really, what left a mark on her mind was an event from the past which she couldn't forget no matter what.

Faith Antoine was in her sophomore year when she witnessed one of the most erotic things she could never even imagine in her wildest dreams. Or maybe she could, but it wouldn't be as body-warming as seeing it with her own eyes. At that time there were rumors going around about a senior girl having a so called secret relationship with one of the teachers. Someone who the girls always checked out and at some point he was every girl's dream guy. But when she saw it herself, one of their love meetings, she couldn't help but be a peeping tom. Making out on the teacher's desk, wet kisses, masculine hands roaming the girl's body, spanks and soft whimper-like moans escaping her lips, just everything seemed so wrong and yet so... perfect.

The next day, however, the student was expelled and the teacher fired. They were unluckily caught by one of the other teachers some time after Faith herself left the scene (obviously too flustered after witnessing something like this). On the other hand, now that she thought about it, he escaped pretty cheap. If the girl was underage he could have been arrested for corruption. Either way, this experience was almost tempting, as in, she could have done the same with the teacher she had a crush on. Only, she was too much of a scaredy cat and too much of a goodie two-shoes to do something so bold as to seduce a teacher. Her parents would have freaked out if they found out she was expelled, so she didn't feel like risking. And anyway, even if she attempted to make herself prettier, dying her hair to be a hot redhead didn't work much. Sure, the boys her age started to show some more interest in her, but that wasn't the point.

Thus, here she was in the present, trying to find her own stud of a man, turning to a desperate point. She couldn't remember when exactly she started being aware of this strange side of hers, but she craved someone who would do maybe the same things that teacher did to his student. That kind of dominant behavior, gripping her hair, spanking her bottom, that stare that told her he had the control, the way he held her still as he thrust into her... and well, that's all she got to see at that time because she left soon after the things got rougher. Too much excitement for the peeping tom and the perfect student that she was then.

Now she was embarrassingly seeking a dominant man over the lamest websites she could find. But she didn't know what else to do. She was twenty-six, and in all these twenty-six years she had sex like two or three times. And even those were with a lame guy, an ex-boyfriend of hers that was simply too... gentle! It almost felt like she had to be the man, because she could mop the floor with him. She lacked the love, she lacked the sex, she lacked the spice, and her life seemed so much duller than she expected. To make things worse, she had to see these kids having whatever she didn't have every single day.

"Adrian, instead of acting like Romeo here, you should read some more books. Next time try to avoid mixing the stories, unless you're some misunderstood genius at the start of his career."

A smile crossed her face as she handed out the boy's test, at which he could only smile sheepishly given the joke of a grade he had there. "Is there any chance I could retake the test?" the reply soon came after, making the redhead look back at him and raise an eyebrow. "And waste my time trying to help you get a better grade because you were too lazy to learn? Nope. Not even in your wildest dreams. Besides, I have other tests to grade and this will be a good lesson for you. Just work harder on the next test."

Some of his classmates snickered at his attempt to repair his mistake, but as soon as each test was handed out, most of the smiles faded away just as quickly as they showed up. It wasn't that the class was filled with idiots. No, she had some students who really studied and were bright enough to get near the perfect scores. In this class however, only a couple of them managed that, and only one of them had an actual perfect score. That was the headmaster's nephew. Surprisingly, it wasn't because of that status that he had those grades, but instead he really was smart. Faith would have figured he had a nice future ahead and would probably become a great man one day. With how the other teachers praised him whenever they would drink a coffee in the teachers' lounge, he would most likely have an even greater career. If she had to be honest, she was proud to have such a child as her student. Even more so because some years ago she used to be his tutor. If she'd have kids one day, she hoped she'd have some as smart as him. She also had a feeling he never troubled his parents at all, so he was definitely one role model for the brats in this class.

By the time everyone looked over their tests and she reached her desk once again, the bell rang to sign that the students were free from the torture.

"Alright, everyone will leave the tests here before leaving. If you have any complaint about the grade come here and say it to my face." she added with a rather jokingly tone, patting the spot on her desk where the papers should be. A sigh or relief left her lips as she waited patiently for everyone to be out of class, but not before she would receive all the test papers back. She had two free hours in her schedule next, meaning she could waste some time around or look over some other tests meanwhile.

 

[DomG]

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Dominic Strauss/16/6'2 and 190 Lbs.


Some people were blessed, as he looked over the score of his most recent test Dominic smiled to himself at the thought that he might be blessed, born lucky, or just perhaps fortunate. Whatever you wanted to call it... it all certainly applied to him. It wasn't enough that he was the only son of two quite wealthy parents, it wasn't even enough that he was physically gifted and was the starting running back on the varsity football team, hell even being gifted intellectually wasn't enough it seemed. Dominic had the world at his finger tips, he was gifted in ways that made just about every other student envious, he was athletic, wealthy, good looking, and even though his Uncle ran the private school he attended that connection was never important when it came to his grades.

Take this test for example, the lit class he took was taught by the most popular teacher at the school, the reason for her popularity among the young men was obvious if you just took a glance at Faith, or Miss Antoine if you addressed her properly. The class was considered one of the more difficult schools, not only because of the lessons taught but because many students were to busy eying the petite teachers assets rather then paying proper attention. Dominic however was passing with flying colors, just like every other class he took. He read the assignments, he did the homework, and like any other young man his age he enjoyed the view whenever it was presented. She might dress in a rather conservative fashion but it took very little to excite the male imagination... how many of the students had fantasized about their chance to enjoy her body...

Well Dominic didn't intend to fantasize for long. Recently he had been perusing a site, exploring some of the more interesting urges that he had and hoping to find something a little more interesting the the high school tail that he so often enjoyed. Of course he had lied about his age to get the profile, still two years away from the legal 18 that you needed to be a member. Of course he hadn't expected to find much at all, just a way to kill some time really... but imagine his surprise when he had uncovered the secret desires of everyone's favorite teachers. It had been rather illuminating really, reading up on her profile about her lack of any real enjoyable sexual experience in her life, about her fantasies about someone who could take charge.

It was enlightening really, he would never have suspected if he hadn't stumbled upon it and really the most interesting part was the schools morality clause. To have a profile on a site like this might be allowed but to have a student learn about it was a clear path to getting fired and getting blackballed to anyone looking to get a recommendation for hiring her. Right now it was the last period of the day and Dominic had her profile loaded up on his smart phone, glancing at the profile picture and then up to her with a smirk as he waited for the class to let out.

As she asked for the tests to be turned in before people left Dominic took his time acting as though he was straightening up his things. He was the last in line as people turned in their papers and made their way from the room, still taking his time and instead of just walking from the room after he set down the paper he instead moved to the door and pulled it shut, turning the lock and drawing the blind quickly so he could ensure they wouldn't be interrupted. Privacy was important for what followed.

Ignoring any objections she might have, not paying any mind to questions she might ask Dominic made his way up towards the front of the class where she stood, struck by the difference in size between them. She was so small, he had to have a least a food on her and though he was slim he still estimated that he outweighed her by a good eighty pounds... it would be so easy for him to throw her around, to just take what he wanted from her.

“You know its the funniest thing...” He said with a small smile as he reached into the pocket of his school uniform and drawing out his cell phone, examining the profile picture there for a moment before holding it out so that she could see what he had discovered. “I was just screwing around on the internet and I stumbled across this profile Miss Antoine... and I thought it was so strange that she looks like you. Would be a rather terrible misunderstanding if the other students found this wouldn't it?” He was smirking right then, he had all the power and there was so little she could do about it.

 

[Celeste's Daughter]

Unaware of Dominic's plan and pretty much thinking about some things of her own like what she should do in those two free hours, Faith didn't notice anything out of ordinary in his behavior and the slow pace with which he packing his things. Instead, once most of the students were out, she quietly counted the papers to make sure there were all there and nothing was missing. She did count in Dominic's test, at least being aware that he was still in class, the last one to get out. And then, on a second thought, she actually realized something was up. What was up, however, was something far different from what she had in her mind. What she figured would be some question regarding the test or the lessons, turned out to be something fishy.

The slight smile with which she glanced up at him as he closed the door, faded instantly when he turned the lock. This wasn't normal. Not at all. Why would he do that, and why in the world would be draw the blinds as well? "What-... Dominic, what's the deal here?" she inquired, the scowl on her face and the somewhat of a puzzled expression showing she had no idea about what was going on, but she sure as hell figured it couldn't be something good seeing how he was making sure no one would see them, almost as if he tried to isolate her and him from the rest of the school.

And yet, he ignored her. All her expressions, her words were cast aside, and the look in his eyes resembled the look of someone who had the upper hand, defying to some point. In this case, he was defying her, mocking her as a teacher even though he was clearly much younger than her and clearly just a student, someone who should pay her some respect. But just with one glance, just one single glance, it was enough to know this wasn't the same person she knew. Honestly, she thought she knew him enough, given the previous years of tutoring and the classes she had with him. She was so mistaken.

It was only when he was this closer to her and seemed to look down on her, literally, that she felt a little bit irritated. She never expected that one day she'd be irritated with this boy, but she did have her own complexes due to her shortness. And damn it, not even her heels made much of a difference. It was outrageous to be this shorter than a sixteen-year-old.

The smile on his face and the tone in his voice averted her attention from that matter though. For a moment she pondered on whether she should scold him, but that soon left her mind. No, actually everything left her mind. Her mind was blank completely when she saw her profile on his phone. It was a short moment of mental panic, and then she quietly thought of how to deal with this. There was no need to act like a total coward and stupid person. She could handle this calmly and speak with nice terms. Yes, she could do that. She wasn't smart for nothing. Besides, she gave no real name on the website, just a fake nickname, and by no means her pictures were indecent. So, more or less, she could pretend it was just a coincidence, or if he really was sure it was her, she couldn't be blamed that much, could she?

Faith returned the smile. A smile of her own. Blue eyes glanced up at him as if nothing happened. If he thought he was going to catch her red-handed and mock her at the same time, she was going to prove him she could play the same game.

"You know what's even funnier? That you're still sixteen and yet you're clearly on an adult's site. This is what you're doing in your free time? Do your parents know about this?" she inquired, leaning against the edge of the desk, arms crossed against her chest. "Must say I'm quite shocked, Dominic. I didn't know you were into this. Trying to spy on others is one thing, but actually going on such kind of websites definitely got me. Then again, I guess it would be a normal curiosity for the boys of your age. Not even the perfect student can be a saint, isn't it?"

Eyes glanced down at the phone, the smile remained.

"Yes, it is strange. Do you have any proof that's me? Aside from the pictures of course. No real name mentioned, is there?" she added, mentally hoping that she never actually posted too much personal information. After all, she did have some kind of a conscience that it was risky to have a profile there, so she did keep the personal things to a minimum. Well, except for her love/sex life.

 

[DomG]

It seemed as though everyone's favorite teacher was as smart as people thought she was. Of course Dominic had checked the profile for her name or any overt reference to her work but she had kept the profile mostly clean, even the image was barely suggestive and not at all lewd. However there really could be no doubt it was her and any chance that she might have had to convince Dominic that it wasn't her vanished when she commented on him being eighteen and on and adult site. He hadn't told her it was an adult site. Of course he had implied there was something untoward about the site but that didn't mean much at all... it was quite a conclusion that she had jumped to. His smirk grew as she finished talking, practically a lewd grin as he slipped away the phone and looked over her body with undisguised hunger, mentally undressing her when he would soon be doing that physically.

He had made up his mind before he even arrived in class, he was going to get what it was that he and just about every other male student wanted no matter what occurred. “I'm hardly a saint...” He pointed out as he advanced on her slightly, closing the distance between them just a little bit, entering any personal bubble that she might have otherwise preferred he stayed out of. “Lets be honest though, it hardly matters what you think or what you say at this point. After so many scandals around the country involving young attractive teachers taking advantage of relatively innocent and curious young men... well I don't think this profile is the sort of thing the school would look upon with favor.”

A few moments of silence then as he met her eyes, gloating with his inevitable victory so close at hand. “Of course the saddest part about the profile is when you mention how little experience you have had. I mean I am ten years younger then you and have slept with half the girls in my class. Have you ever considered that maybe the problem isn't with the people that you have fucked... maybe you are just a shitty lay.” It was of course a cheap shot, one that was meant only to get a reaction out of her and give him an opening, let her feel insulted, let her get angry, in a moment it wasn't going to matter as Dominic would soon be enjoying himself immensely by helping her have a much more exciting experience then she had enjoyed in the past... even if she wasn't quite consenting to it.

No warning was given, he didn't break eye contact or even stop smiling for a moment when his left hand shot up, almost too fast for the eye to follow and his hand quickly wrapping around her throat, squeezing lightly, not trying to choke her but wanting to establish that he was in charge and of course cut off any attempt for her to scream for help. “Maybe you just need someone to show you the ropes Miss Antoine.” He mocked with a smirk, starting to squeeze a little harder on her neck as his right hand garbed a hold of her hair close to her scalp, pulling her head back and forcing her to maintain eye contact, pressing against her so that she could feel his arousal pressed against her stomach. Holding her in place he leaned in, his lips pressing roughly against hers in a powerful kiss, his tongue soon forced into her mouth, seeking to dominate her with only a kiss, to show her what her place was as he took control.

 

[Celeste's Daughter]

Faith would have lied if she said she didn't feel nervous when he suddenly grinned wider as soon as she finished talking. Almost as if he caught her, spotted her mistake and a proof her being guilty. She kept her stance, but she really had a hard time trying to remain calm on the inside. Also, the next moment she noticed he was looking up and down her body like he was already fantasizing about how she'd look in the nude, the redhead barely refrained from losing her temper. There she thought there was still some hope that there nice kids out there too, and he turned out to be just like the others. Or maybe worse, given how he could go to this extent to humiliate his own teacher, a person he was supposed to respect.

A surprised look on her face could be observed at his admitting that he really wasn't a saint, subtly clicking her tongue as he moved closer and for the first time she felt uneasy being around her own desk. Bad choice. She didn't pick the right spot in the classroom to be at the moment. She practically had no other way to escape but using the sides. And no, it was clear not even those options would be helpful. Slowly and surely he was stepping on her tail so to speak. Nevertheless, the next words blurted out by this student before her eyes had her mouth hanging open in both amusement and shock. "...What? You think I'm infatuated with brats that are ten years younger than me? Why in the world I'd want a kid instead of men of my age or at the very most some years older than me?"

The eye contact caught her off guard. What? Did he have more to say?

Cheeks turned a shade pinker as he mentioned how inexperienced she was. But when he mentioned his own experience in the sexual field, mocking her most likely, the slight blush turned into a full blown redness, and for Heavens' sake, she sometimes hated it that she had such a fair skin which let every ounce of embarrassment be seen. To make her feel worse, he just had to call her that... a shitty lay. A sixteen-year-old was telling her this. This was madness. She was torn between getting angry, lashing at him or feeling like her self-esteem went down with a thunk. No, no, she wasn't going to let this brat trample on her like she was the stupid one and he had the control. The control. This sounded awful. For once she hated these words, knowing her student was capable of doing this to her.

"And who are you again to meddle with my personal life? Since when do students talk like-"

The words have been cut off, eyes widening as she felt his hand wrapping around her throat, the light yet somehow frightening squeeze making her shiver and instinctively reach for his wrist trying to pry him away. Now this was one hell of a situation. She was isolated from the rest of the school, closed inside this classroom with one of her students. And from the looks of it, not any average student. No, it was far from that. He was sly, annoyingly smart and perverse. What was more, she wasn't sure how should she keep up with him. Wits was one thing, but strength... she lacked it a great lot, clearly not her forte point. A tint of fear and hate showed in her eyes at his words and even more so as he squeezed on her throat harder and made it even harder to breathe as he forced his lips against hers and almost shoved his tongue inside her mouth.

She inwardly swore and cursed him in her mind. Her body as well. She was practically out of air, barely breathing due to the uncomfortable way her head was inclined, the suffocating kiss and the grip on her throat. Not to mention his body showed signs of arousal, and for some reason it sent the same arousal to her own body. This is why she cursed in the first place. She knew, she was aware, she told herself repeatedly that it was wrong and sick to be doing this with a student and fucking risky as well, but her body had a mind of its own, and the fact that she was craving this kind of control from someone over her did her no good.

However, she knew the consequences all too well, and if anything was to happen she would be the only one punished here. This was no young adult, he was still a minor, and in any case he had his uncle as a headmaster. He would be safe no matter what, but she'd be ruined completely. She would be blamed for everything. A whimper escaped her lips at the roughness he displayed, hands subtly retreating behind her, carefully searching for her mobile. It was better to be caught anyway then later regret it. Besides, if anyone was to witness this they could see he's the one to force her. It was obvious from the clutch he had on her throat and hair.

When she did get a hold of it, she tried to press the buttons by memory and remember the order of the contacts list. It was a good thing she could feel the buttons, the touchscreens would have been unuseful right then.

 

[DomG]

The hate that had burned in her eyes when he cut off her quick little response from him, oh it was like the sweetest fruit, making the entire thing all the more delicious for him. He had all the power in the world right then and there, nothing she could do about it other then shoot him the most venomous look she had. The longer the kiss went on the more he was enjoying himself, pressing against her harder so that she could feel just what he had in store for her, his large cock straining against his school uniform as though he could fuck her straight through the clothing they both still wore.

Still as much as he was enjoying himself he knew that this couldn't carry on forever, sooner or later he would need to catch his breath and a moments space would be needed so that he could move further and enjoy her more. With his teeth lightly catching her lower lip Dominic broke off the kiss, smirking a little as he looked down at her, practically grinding against her before he caught sight of her groping around behind her, fumbling with her phone as though she would be able to call for help. “Really?” He asked with a small sigh of annoyance, quite a bit of anger flashing in her eyes as he released her hair and quickly snatched the phone from her hands, slipping it into his own back pocket where she wouldn't be able to easily reach it. “Here I am offering you a much more enjoyable experience then the sad little fucks that you have had in the past.”

Reaching low the hand that had just been wrapped in her hair pressed up beneath the skirt of her dress, moving slowly, entirely in control of the situation he allowed his fingers to trace over her thighs as he moved ever closer to her panties, utterly in control and forcing her to look into his eyes as he continued to hold her in place with his strong hand around her throat. “How long has it been?” He hissed to her with a low chuckle, feeling the edge of her panties with just the tips of his fingers and hooking a finger there, pulling them down with out a care in the world. “I mean your profile mentions that it has been a little while, for me that means going a week without being inside of a nice tight cunt but for you... a few months, maybe a year?”

Her panties tugged down to about mid thigh, Dominic left them there and slid his hand back up, experienced hand quickly finding her slit, two fingers teasing her with ease. He had plenty of experience, knew just what he was doing though when he moved to slide his fingers into her he found that she was too tight for both fingers, a fact that made him chuckle as he settled for just one, finding the entry eased by a hint of moisture. “Fucking Christ you are tight.” He said with a chuckle, knowing it would mock her, make her feel smaller then him, less powerful. “Are you sure that you aren't a virgin?”

 

[Celeste's Daughter]

The truth was that she wasn't all that decisive on what she should focus more. On her task at hand to call for help, her attempt to catch her breath or the anger that clouded her mind at the notice of his body pressing against hers as if purposely giving her an idea of how big was cock. Though, she really had to admit that in spite of how young he seemed pretty endowed down there and that could be felt even through the clothes. Then again, she wasn't supposed to think of that at this time, but instead think of how to escape before she'd be raped by, ironically, her student who was only sixteen, ten years younger than herself. She honestly felt so humiliated, being unable to handle what she used to call a brat. Damned be the height and strength difference.

She didn't return the kiss not even one moment, but at some point she did consider biting that tongue of his since he was so set on kissing her so passionately. However, before she could make her mind on it, he finally pulled away, and the first thing she did was to take a short deep breath. She hated it, but there was something about his gestures and attitude that almost made her give in, momentarily forgetting about the phone in her hands as he lightly caught her lip between his teeth. Only, it took just one proud smile of his to make her realize this is what he was waiting for in fact, to see her give in and then hate herself because of it.

And this is how a moment of being distracted by thoughts made it all the more obvious what she was attempting. She tried her best to get a good hold of the phone, but once it was gone, it was gone. "Just what is your problem, anyway? Don't you have like an entire school with girls to fuck already? Don't tell me you suddenly felt pity towards me and decided to help me out, because I won't buy that shit." she suddenly questioned, returning the same annoyed expression. This had to be probably the first time she was snapping at someone from school, but as nice and sweet as she was, not even Faith could cope with this without lashing at him.

Clicking her tongue, she glanced up at him giving him one of the most hateful glares she could. "Could you please keep your hands away?" she sarcastically inquired, her own hands clutching again at his wrist, uncomfortable with the grip on her throat. Faith gritted her teeth once she felt the tips of his fingers around the edge of her underwear, barely refraining from cursing him. By now, the insensitive questions seemed to be ignored, or at least until he started comparing his sex routine with hers. He was practically flaunting the fact that he could fuck more often than she could! "Yes, well, all I can say in response to that is, you're pretty much of a manwhore, Dominic, no need to be so proud about it. Maybe I'm not that far from a whore either, given that website, but at least I have the sanity to go for men of my age. You, on the other hand, have crossed the line with this."

Caught by surprise by the fingers brushing up her slit, she brought her legs closer by instinct, hands moving down to force his own away from her. While it was easy to not react that much to his kiss, this was something else entirely. Against it or not, the moment he slid a finger inside her, she inadvertently flinched, her pussy clenching on his digit. Her face's expression was the only one which could show exactly how she was struggling to keep her senses and how disgusted she was with herself, an inner turmoil that made her decide she would be hating him for a good while, if not for the rest of her life. She avoided eye contact, but her eyes still showed hatred, one of her feet stepping as hard as it was possible on his foot, hoping that it would hurt as hell. "I should have bitten that tongue of yours when I had the chance, rotten brat..." she muttered under her breath, hands still working on moving his hand away from her pussy.