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The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

She was taken aback. His voice. He wasn’t yelling or angry, but there was certainly a change of tone there that demanded to be heard and obeyed. She nodded as he spoke. There was much truth in what he said. Academic wise, there was no occasion Callie had risen to and obliterated. Frankly she grew bored of what most thought would challenge her, but he was implying he and his automotive class would be different? Whether she believed that or not, there was still a hope in her mind that he could be telling her the truth. The lure of an avenue not yet explored was calling to her, and it was too great a pull to not respond to it.

To be pushed, taken into a new realm appealed to her. Something different than this mundane farce of an education everyone at this school was trying to shove down her throat while she simply gagged on the simplicity of it all? Could it really exist? Could this Mr. Emerson really hold the keys to it? There was never any doubt in her mind what her response would be. As impossible as it seemed to her that he could be the one to give her what she wanted, it was still a chance at something new and something that would push her very limits. That was something she simply couldn’t refuse. Something almost daring her to step up, beckoning to her. He was drawing her in. She wasn’t oblivious to that fact, and she responded with her eyes wide open.

Looking down at his hand on her hip, she paused simply starring at it. There was something strange about how it made her feel. She turned her gaze up to him again and smiled. It wasn’t a nervous smile, and it wasn’t forced. Her heart in her throat at the mere excitement as the possibility of something she well desired was on the horizon. It wasn’t hard to smile at the person offering it all. “Yes Mr. Emerson. I submit to your terms. With all that I have submit to them and you.”

Her hand came up to rest on his, and at first, she gently tried to push him from her body. The more she looked at him though, the less she attempted to remove his touch. “Mr. Emerson, you can let go now. I’m calm. I won’t ruin your shirt any more than I already have, and I’m not going to run for the door or anything,” she teased. “I’m alright. I can do this. I want to do this. You’re offering me something amazing to be honest. You want to be the one to push me, to challenge me. I’ve waited so long for something new to come along. You’re saying all this is giving me a chance at just that. So I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I’ve even submitted to you and your terms. So Mr. Emerson you don’t have to hold on to me. Even though you’re going to be a tough, demanding teacher, I can take it. I want to take it. I want you to push me Mr. Emerson. Don’t go easy on me. I can, and will, meet and exceed your expectations. Make no mistake of that. I’ll show you that you’re taking the time to work with me like you’re willing and offering to will be well worth it all Sir. So,” she looked down to his hand once more, and for some strange reason to her, her smile only increased. “You can let go.” Her hand still rested on his as she once more turned her attention to his face. “I’m not going anywhere. Ch-Challenge me.” Her nerves slowly began to creep back in as the fact he was touching her slowly had taken a toll on her. “I….I’m ready Mr. Emerson.” Her hand on his began to tremble.
 
She wasn’t a stupid girl, in fact the exact opposite, and Jake noted that she didn’t protest his invasion of her persona space. Now she might have been unwilling to voice it given what had already occurred, but she looked as he, and then up at him and accepted his terms. Jake wasn’t going to assume that gave him unlimited license, but it did give him encouragement to see how far he could push it. That was what he was thinking when she asked to be let go, and he might have thought he had a problem, till she said she wouldn’t run. How sharp was this girl, had she seen though to his intent already, he somehow doubted it, but then again some young people were very perceptive and often adults didn’t give credit to them, and just thought they weren’t that smart, he knew better. Still he was trying to be subtle, well almost. Jake loved the when they were at this age, they had the intellect, the personality, and yet they were still malleable, and ready to learn if given the chance.

Sure!

Jake said as the young thing continued to voice her desire to be pushed, to learn, and to do as she was told. She asked again for him to let go, a little worry in her voice and yet her eyes were shining as she said challenge me and indicated her readiness to be educated. Even if she didn’t know or yet understand the ramification of what she was committing to, there was a clear willingness to comply, which pleased him.

Let’s see what you can do.

Jake let go of her waist, and with both hand reached down and grabbed his own shirt, and without any explanation or delay, he began to pull it up and off of his body. The shirt rose up, and starting about his toned and tanned waist, the soft dark fur of his lower abdomen was revealed. The extraction of the shirt didn’t stop there and continued, as his hairy broad chest was revealed while the shirt rose ever higher. Finally it was off and he handed it to her without explanation.

You made the mess, so you clean it. There is a sink over there, now get to it.

Again he commanded, while he stood there naked from the waist up, something a teacher normally wouldn’t do around a student. Though if she thought he was done with her, she was wrong, as he would follow her over to the wash sink that normally was used to clean up after working in the shop. He moved right up behind her, again crowding her personal space as he waited for her to comply with his demand.

Do you have a problem when someone touches you, or if I touch you?

Jake said as he yet again reached out now with both hands to hold her about the waist.
 
She nodded ready to get back to the car with his statement, “Let’s see what you can do.” That is until she saw him begin to remove his shirt. Her eyes widen, and she began to take a step back. Her words came hauntingly back to her. “I won’t run.” With her foot in mid air as she had already began to move backwards, she placed it firmly back where it was at. Even as he put the shirt in her hands, her eyes kept looking from his chest to his eyes. Her cheeks glowed a bright, crimson red. She had never seen a man like this. Her own father would not even allow himself to be seen this way in his own home. She smiled broadly shaking her head. Say something, she thought. You look like an idiot. “Yes Sir. I’ll….clean it up. Right away,” she said taking the shirt from him.

She looked at the sink he had pointed out and rushed over to it ready to give this her best effort. It was anything really to get away from the half naked man standing before her. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he was pleasing to look at. Quite the opposite actually, and that was something she was not accustomed to dealing with. Guys did not like to even talk to her much less expose their bodies in front of her. Here stood a man. Not a boy, some hormonal, sex crazed, probably blow his load far too fast teenage boy. A man. A full grown, and she would admit, sexy as hell man, and his chest was in plain sight for her. A lump still in her throat, she turned on the water. He had clearly had an effect on her, and she hoped he didn’t notice that he did. Even as she stood there, her body was feeling things that she didn’t understand. Things she had never felt before. Things that made her want to bolt from the room, but Callie was true to her word. She would not run. Though coming from a family of means, Callie never wanted to behave like a rich, spoiled brat. Having taken up a job, she was familiar with cleaning, but grease on a shirt was not something she had ever done. The sink was filthy, and she wondered for a second would the shirt only become dirtier if she used it. There was no hesitation though as she pushed the button dispensing soap to her hand. Rubbing the soap into the shirt, she began to work the material together much like one would two sticks trying to make fire. As the suds and bubbles formed, she really wasn’t sure she was even making any headway. Of course all of that came to screeching halt soon.

She felt his presence behind her before he even spoke, and her hands stopped working. Swallowing hard at his words and his touch yet again on her body, she shook her head. “N-No Sir. It’s just that no one ever really does.” There was truth in what she was saying. Her own father barely had any contact with her, and her mother wasn’t much better. Mr. Emerson was the first person outside of her family to ever really pay her any attention much less touch her. Remembering his instructions, she began to clean the shirt once more adding even more soap to the other areas. Her fingers began to wrinkle and hurt, but she kept scrubbing at the shirt even using her fingernails to her advantage as much as she could. Rinsing, adding more soap, scrubbing, and repeating she continued on despite his hands on her waist. In her mind she replayed the conversation, what he was offering her, and even her own words back to him. Why is he touching me, she wondered. A thought she should have kept from her mind as it made her nervous and tremble. With a final rinse of the shirt, she held it up over the sink so he could see. “I think I have it Mr. Emerson. Please tell me if I missed anything. Where would you like me to hang it up so it can dry?” Thoughts of his naked chest sprang into her mind, and once more her cheeks blushed.
 
The teenager looked wide eyed at him, but did as instructed and took his dirty shirt to the sink. He’d noticed her eyes taking time to gaze on his hairy broad chest, and only later darting away. So she began to scrub the shirt, trying to remove the filth on it, when he stepped up behind her. She flinched a little bit, but didn't move to escape and when he asked her if she had a problem when someone touched her, she replied that no one usually does. Interesting not the answer he expected, but clearly an indicator to the solitary life she led. Jake now realized that with her parents as well off as they were, they probably didn’t spend much time with their daughter, and though she had everything in the financial sense of objects and belongings a girl could ask for, she probably didn’t get as much personal and emotional attention, if any that most teenagers her age did. He noticed she stopped for a moment, then resumed her efforts, never making a comment about his hands about her waist over why he was so close. Though when she was done and turned, he backed up a bit and let her ask him where she should hang it. Jake could see the flustered look on her face as she tried to retain control.

You may put it right over there and let it hang, so that it may dry.

The tone was as before, nothing but neutral and professional, the only thing out of place and not normal was his lack of a shirt and his prior proximity. When she turned back, out of the blue, he confronted her about her prior brief stare. Jake did it, to keep her off balance and to see her reaction. The less she had time to think about her thoughts or answer, the more likely he was to get a truthful answer. Even now he imagined the girl thinking over things to ask or say, based on what had already happened. She was smart, and he needed to move quickly.

Are you okay, you seem to be staring at me? Is there a problem?

The tone wasn’t cruel or meant for any ridicule, it was again neutral and commanding as he’d been from the beginning. As he talked he moved casually to close the distance. Everything Jake did was with a purpose in mind. So before she could craft some excuse or even come up with some reason for her behavior that would sound good, but be a complete lie, he continued to talk and walk.

No there isn’t a problem is there? You like looking at my chest, don’t you? You’ve been checking me out haven’t you?

Each step brought him and his half naked body closer, till he was once again, right before her.

Do you check out all your teachers? Or is it you just have a thing for older men?

Jake hoped that by doing a barrage of questions and so quickly she would answer more truthfully, and reveal something she didn’t mean to or give up something she would rather hide. The truth is many students thought about their teachers, and teacher thought about their students, but the rules and social norms didn’t allow such liaisons, and so everyone denied what they thought or felt. Reality was students lusted after their teachers and teachers lusted after their students. And Jake was just brave and cunning enough to enjoy what others were too afraid to do. Plus in his own way, her really felt he was doing a service, and that all the girl he trained, benefited from it, not that he didn't enjoy each and every one of them in so many ways.
 
“Y-Yes Sir.” She was quick to escape his vicinity retreating to the safety of where he had indicated she could hang the shirt up. Of course she had noticed his chest once more, and she truly hoped he didn’t notice. Most people didn’t notice her, but he seemed to be different. Her fears confirmed as he spoke. He had noticed. He saw me looking at him, she thought. Her mind a swirling mess, she wanted to come up with something to say to him. She wanted to give him an answer that was believable and one that wouldn’t let him know just how much she was enjoying what she saw. He wasn’t going to allow that though. She could hear him moving. His voice grew louder as he made his way closer, and his questions kept coming and coming and coming. “I….I….don’t know what you mean. I wasn’t..st-staring at your chest. I just..noticed. Th-that’s all. I wasn’t,” she shook her head feeling him ever nearing her. She tingled with anticipation of something she couldn’t figure out.


She swallowed hard as his questions not only became more direct but less and less like questions and more along the lines of affirmations. He knew. Her breathing slightly increased. Perhaps not even enough to be noticed. Her lips drew into a tight, thin line. He was there in front of her before she knew it. “I just..I mean you were..” His questions didn’t seem to end, and her mind only became more of a lost cause. She began to away from him searching around the room until her gaze came to rest on him. He followed her always keeping an equal distance never letting her get too far away. “Older men? No. I don’t..check out..my teachers. You’re the one half naked,” she yelled as her back came to rest against a door. Her hands fumbled with the doorknob trying to open it so she could make a hasty escape.



The door gave, and she stumbled backwards. Still he followed. She looked around, and much to her dismay, she had not gone through the door to the outside. She was in some sort of office. His office, she thought. A desk towards one wall covered with papers was to her right. . A brown, leather chair. Shelves littered with books of all sorts. A black leather couch rested against the wall to her left. There wasn’t much on the walls. A clock beside a calendar hung on the wall, and in the doorway stood Mr. Emerson. “I’m sorry. I looked at you! I was staring at your chest! It’s so strong and handsome! I couldn’t help it. I’ve never seen a man’s chest like that before. I’ve only seen them on tv! My dad won’t even walk around with a shirt and tie on. I just wanted to look at it and touch it!” She covered her mouth in shock that she just had blurted it all out before him. What will he think of me, she wondered. “I’m sorry Mr. Emerson. I..I can go now. If you want. I’m so sorry. That was rude and totally uncalled for. I shouldn’t be..starring at your chest. I’m sorry. I’ll go now, and I’ll understand if you wish to transfer me from your class now. ” She stepped forward, but his body was unwavering. “Excuse me Mr. Emerson, could you….move please? I can’t leave with you….” Her eyes met his, and she knew he was not going to move. There was a certain tension in the air. It gripped her, holding her in place. Callie wanted to reach up and put her hands on his chest. So close to him, and she was too afraid to even attempt it. Could he read it in her eyes what she wanted to do? Did he already know? A sense of knowing came over her. “You’re not going to move, are you?”
 
Jake’s quick barrage of questions and statements had her a bit flustered and befuddled as she tried to answer or make up quick excuses for her actions. Her sentences weren’t finished before he hit her with the next question. The young woman’s voice rising as she tried to defend or deflect his verbal assault. Her eyes now gazing past him as she realized her predicaments and lack of escape route. Even in shop coveralls Jake could see the distinctive curves of her body, and he enjoyed them as she attempted to make her brief and unsuccessful escape, stopping even before it really began.

Following her to his office he stood before her tall and erect, his eyes burning into her as she asked if he was going to move. Her words of apology and such seemingly having no effect on him as he stood there blocking her path of escape, giving her little or no room to maneuver, except within the confines of his personal office. For a moment he said not a thing, a stern and serious look upon his face as he made her wait for his answer. Finally in the same controlled and calm tone he’d used before, he answers back.

You don’t have to go, no one is asking you to leave. I want you to stay.

The words confident, sincere, and straight forward as he addressed her verbal concerns. The girl moved a little closer, and Jake just gazed upon her lithe form as he stood there, her body looking smaller as she approached him, there seemed to be something she wanted to do or say, but she hesitated and stopped. He waited, not saying a thing, letting the tension build a little more, before he continued.

Come here! Now touch it, touch my chest. Spread your hands out and run them over my chest. Because I’m not moving out of your way or letting you out of this class for such a normal and inconsequential thing. We all look, we all want to touch.

Jake waited and stared down at her. If and when she moved forward and touched his chest, he would add his own thoughts.

I’ve noticed your chest, does that bother you?
 
‘He wants me to stay. Good. I can do that. NO! I have to go. I can’t stay here, but I said….I said I wouldn’t run. Look at me. I’ve already done that.’ The conversation raged on inside her head like some private war as he stood there before her. ‘Stop talking to yourself stupid. Get a grip.’ She took a step closer to him. A bit more confident that things were okay.

She moved even closer as he spoke. Her steps halted as he told her to touch him. ‘What? Touch your chest,’ she thought. Swallowing hard, squaring her shoulders back, and inching closer, she stopped just in front of him. She didn’t have the courage to look up at him just yet. Her hand, slowly and trembling, lifted until it was just shy of his chest. The hair on his chest unruly and thick. She gently, barely touched him before her hand retracted. She never lowered it though. The corners of her mouth turned upwards as she reached out again resting her hand flush against him. Her fingers sinking into the mess of curly and straight hair. It was coarse, and his skin was warm. Her smile quickly broadened. Spreading her fingers, she glided her hand across him stopping just at his nipple.

She found the courage she had been missing to look up at him as he confided in her that he had looked at her chest. “Well,” she began still not removing her hand from his body. “Yes and no. Yes because it means you’re looking at me, and no because….well….I don’t know why no. Just no.”

Her eyes lingered on him for just a moment longer before returning back to the view before her. He was a teacher. Her teacher. He wasn’t suppose to do this. He wasn’t suppose to act this way. She wasn’t suppose to be touching him. ‘This is so wrong, but I can’t stop touching him. I can’t take my hand away. I’m not sure I want to. Do I want to? This is crazy. It makes no sense.’ She lifted her eyes back up to him once more wanting to say something, but at this point, she was so unsure of what to say to him. Things were awkward, and though she often found herself in these places, she was never good at what exactly to say.
 
What was happening in her head he didn’t know, but what he did know she wasn’t leaving, but standing there, her hand suspended before him shaking slightly. Then what ever internal conflict or hesitation she had was overcome as her fingers settling into the plush fur of his chest till her hand came to rest there too. The young woman’s involuntary smiled as she spread fingers and explored the warmth of his hairy broad chest. For a moment nothing was said, as he watched her as her rapt attention was on her own hand and it embedded in his chest hair. It wasn’t until she finally broke out of her daze that she answered his question, in nervous way that she didn’t mind him looking at her chest.

Good, because I enjoy looking at your chest and I enjoy your hand upon mine.

Jake wasn’t hiding or couching his words as some people might, he was direct and forthright about what he thought and how he felt. Telling her that he not only enjoyed her hand, but too that he enjoyed looking at her chest because he did. He knew she was smart and deception would only be a put off to a girl like her, she’d know it. The girl silently looked up at him, maybe to say something, maybe to flee, maybe to see that he really didn’t mind her hand. Jake’s eyes met hers as his own hand moved to match hers.

Does it scare you that I commanded you do to that? And that you obeyed?

Jake’s strong had moves out and touches her chest, it wasn’t a grope or a grab, but a soft almost gentle caress as his fingers spread out to engulf it. His eyes never leaving hers, he watched to see her reaction, as he continued to talk.

I like the way your hand feels, do you like the way mine feels.

Of course he hadn’t asked permission or even given her an opportunity to protect, he’ just done it, and if she wanted to continue to caress and touch his chest, then she would be in arms reach of his hand and what it was starting to do.

Caress my nipple with your fingers.
 
He likes my hand on his chest, she thought. It was more than she ever imagined or had done. Not even in her wildest dreams would she have ever done anything like this. Not that her dreams ever actually were wild. With his words still fresh in her mind, she kept her fingers amid the softness of his chest hair. She was surprised. She thought they would have felt much coarser. She singled out one certain hair and took note of how it curled up in a different direction from the others. Narrowing her eyes, she thought it’s different, standing out among the crowd. Like me.

As she met his eyes, not even sure why she was searching for them anymore, she nodded to his question. “Yes Sir. To both. It makes me wonder why. Why do you command me to do so? What are you getting from this, and why do you want whatever it is?” She looked down but only briefly. “It makes me afraid that I am so eager to do it. Why am I so eager? Why is it such a surge of….of….everything to do as you command?” She was speaking so openly with him, without hesitation, without fear, and without her stutter.

Her body trembled, but not from fear as he reached out and touched her. There was something different present, but to her it was foreign. It didn’t seem like he gave her any time to adjust before he was questioning her. That appeared to be his way though. Direct and always keeping her on her toes. “I….well….” She wanted to tell him the truth, and with hand resting on her chest feeling every contour, every breath she took, even her heartbeat racing, she couldn’t hold back. “Yes. I do. I like your hand on me. I’ve never had anybody do that before. It scares me that I like it, but don’t move it.”

Even as he spoke, there was only a slight moment as her fingers moved to his nipple. Her fingertips gently glided over the flesh there. Touching, exploring, and Callie lowered her eyes starring with a child like curiosity coming to life right before him. The skin felt different. It’s hard, she thought narrowing her eyes inspecting his nipple. She sucked in her bottom lip involuntarily. Her eyes naturally shifted over to his other nipple, and despite his hand on her body, she brought it up to touch what her eyes were drinking in. Both of her hands now were touching him. His body. She could smell him. He was touching her. All of this was swirling around in her head. She closed her eyes inhaling deeply. What would it feel like to bury my nose in that mess of chest hair, she thought. “I’m touching a sexy man’s chest.” The words came before she could even comprehend what she was saying. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said that! I’m sorry!” She wanted to pull her hands away. She wanted to step away, but she did neither. Why? It all went back to one word in one of his questions. Commanded. He had not commanded her to stop. He had no commanded her to step away. She found herself drawn to the sound of his very voice and what he would command. It was a driving force to her. It was causing reactions within her own bodies. Reactions that she hoped he wouldn’t find out, and at the very thought of them as she stood there in front of him, caused her to blush deeply. Looking up to his eyes she was certain there was no hiding anything at all from him.
 
Young, afraid, and reticent was the girl as she touched his chest, a mesmerized look of disbelief plastered across her face. Jake stood tall, unyielding, a formidable figure before her, confident and comfortable as her hand slid through the soft hairs of his chest. As her fingers explored her eyes looked up at his, and they met, she was unsure, and had a questioning look on her face. Asking why he commanded her, and why she was doing it so willingly. Jake nodded reassuringly in understanding her question and concern. She was young, she didn’t know, and probably didn’t understand who and what she was how could she, her life experiences were still so few? That’s what Jake loved about being here and teaching, for it truly served a purpose, and though society and the school district might disagree, he found it very fulfilling on so many levels.

I command you because it’s what you need and want. If I didn’t would you have ever gotten to do this.

The teenage girl looked down at his hand as it softly caressed her tits, and told him she did like it, but that she was scared. It was so refreshing to deal with a girl her age; she hadn’t yet developed the walls, the layers of defense that made up her façade, society had not corrupted and indoctrinated her. There was honesty, truthfulness, were far more appealing to him, than the fakeries that most girl put on to impress. That she was afraid was such a natural response, and so understandable. Jake’s rich deep voice that rumbled as he spoke, was in some way soothing as he continued in her real education.

Never be sorry for the truth. You are touching a sexy man’s chest, as I am touching a sexy girl’s chest. I want to touch more, don’t you?

The question really was rhetorical, for he already knew the answer, he was simply making the obvious point, as his finger began to more directly tease the small nub to life as he talked. More and more he moved to make her body react to his touch, and in a way for it too to submit to his will.

Move closer. You’ve already touched my chest, you should now smell and taste it. Kiss my nipple.

Like a parent, he drew her closer, gently pulling her head toward his nipple, a small oasis in the field of hair. Again Jake didn’t ask her, he simply commanded her. The way he spoke was with the full expectation that she would comply, that she would do his bidding, simply because he decreed it. For the senses of her hand would be nothing to the smell of his masculinity or the taste of his body. The whole time, his experienced finger and thumb worked to bring life to her nipple so that he too may gain control of that.

Don’t be afraid of what you want, only be afraid of what you might miss. The problem with most people is they are afraid of what they feel and want; deny what is truly within them. Now kiss it, use your tongue.
 
Teachers go their entire career without ever the knowledge of how some of their students feel about them. Oh sure they know that some of them must feel something. Perhaps it’s enough to bring an afternoon with an empty house and no parents to a happy conclusion, but to feel as paralyzed and yet so free as Callie did at this exact moment? Never.

He was right. She couldn’t, nor did she want, to argue the very fact that yes she did indeed enjoy him taking control and leading her. It had released her. It’s a contradiction in terms really to be freed by submission, but so was the case for this young girl. Though his words made her feel relaxed and comforted, they also in sighted an uneasy nature about her as well. Kiss his chest? It had taken all she had to summon the courage to reach out and touch his powerful chest in the first place, and now he wanted her to kiss it? Quickly, frantically she began to search everywhere for the strength to do what he had asked her to do. Even the far reaches of her mind, the very dark corners one would simply prefer to imagine they didn’t exist in the first place, she looked. Though she wasn’t aware of it, she must have found it though. The courage, the strength, because as she went about what seemed like an impossible task, her body moved even closer to his.

Her eyes focused on his nipple, nestled slightly behind the forest that was his chest hair. Softly her fingertips brushed over this skin. This skin that was so different from the rest of his chest, this place that even as his fingertips worked the same area on her chest she felt so much changing, building up within her own body, it was all right there in front of her. There was no way to avoid what she did next. Leaning forward, so unlike the shy, timid girl she was, she kissed his nipple before her lips covered it. Her tongue flush against it, she took in a deep breath inhaling, taking in all that was him. This was Mr. Emerson, her new teacher, a man who was touching her, a man who wanted to touch her, and a man who was going to teach her so much. Her eyes closed tightly at the thought. A little afraid and a little excited by all the thoughts in her own mind at this point. Her tongue could feel the tougher skin her mouth had taken control of. Even tiny detail of it, the scent that now lingered, and even her own growing desires were mixing together sending her spiraling down an array of emotions that were unlike anything she had ever felt before. She didn’t know it was possible to feel so much at one time.

His words kept ringing in her ears. “Don’t be afraid of what you want, only be afraid of what you might miss. The problem with most people is they are afraid of what they feel and want; deny what is truly within them.” Was she doing that? Was she denying what was truly within her? Don’t be afraid of what you want. Most people are afraid of what they want. She kept repeating it in her mind as if it were some mantra that she knew was so true. She released his nipple, looked up into his eyes, and move until her body was flush with his. “I am afraid, but I am more afraid of what I might miss.”
 
Jake's prior actions had been questionable, but his demand for her to suckle at his nipple was in violation of just about every rule the school had for teacher student conduct. He understood the reasons, but so too he saw other reasons why such rules were antiquated. Children lives were now awash in sexual images and words, yet society ignored the fact that women used to be considered adults when they came of age, now it was almost ignored. These girls …. These young women had bodies ripe, ready, and indoctrinated and they were then told to ignore all these things and to be something else that they clearly were not, to ignore there own needs. They were lost with the urges and desires of an adult, while being coddled as young children. Why society denied the facts, or thought this was good for these young girls, he didn't know, but Jake did knew he could help a few, especially those who had the right inclinations.

The young thing still had that wide doe eyed look of fear or flight. Still Jake gave her the opportunity to comply watching her as she reacted to his words. He was pretty sure she was interested, but so too he knew that her upbringing as with all girl her age, spoke of resisting this kind of temptation, even if it was her natural inclination. So Jake understood her hesitation, reluctance, and yet the young woman moved forth as she was commanded, for he also knew that she was no longer a girl a child, but a woman on the cusp of adulthood, ready to be so much more.

Finally her mouth enveloped his nipple and she began to give it her attention. Rather than say anything, he let her enjoy the moment, the first step in her initiation, she should savor it, even if she didn’t know what it represented. Even though he said nothing, his hands continued to prime her, one playing with her firm tit, the other cupping and massaging her ass, as he held her lithe body against his. Slowly his cock was beginning to come to life, as it responded to her young nubile form, as he held it close, their bodies pressed together. Her scent, the firmness of her body, all of it wasn’t going unnoticed.

She almost reluctantly released his nipple and looked up, telling him that she was afraid, but more afraid to miss something. Jake nodded his head in affirmation of her comment, letting her know he understood.

It’s natural to be afraid, it’s okay. What you have to do, is admit to yourself what you feel. Don’t lie, don’t make up excuses, but look within, and see if it makes you happy. Not what other people say or have told you, but what you feel and want. It’s cliché, but ‘The truth will set you free.’

Jake continued to play with her nipple and ass cheek, kneaded both with his strong skillful hands, making sure her body knew his presence.

You are afraid, but you don’t want to stop do you.

It’s time to face those fears.

Take you shirt off. It’s my turn to reciprocate.

You know what I’m going to do, don’t you? And you want it, don’t you? Don’t be afraid to say it. I want the truth.
 
No. Of course she didn’t want to stop. Every fiber in her body was screaming that she didn’t want to stop, but she found it so hard to convey that to him. He was a grown man. Her teacher! Here he stood before her, without a shirt, and her lips had been pressed to his chest suckling his nipple. None of that was what scared her the most. What brought terror to her, nearly freezing her blood cold, was the simple fact that she liked it and did indeed want more. Feelings, thoughts, and desires that she never experienced before were now running rampant throughout her, and she was elated. The very touch of his powerful hands on her body, touching her in places no man had ever done so before, feeling her body, making her feel things that a teacher certainly should not, was sending her forward into a wash of entangled sensations that she never wanted to be free from. ‘The truth will set you free.’ His words the very same ones she had heard before. He was right. It was cliché’, but it was also true.

His words seemed to hang in her ears. Unable to believe he wanted, she blinked starring up at him for a moment before attempting to speak. “I-I….you want me to….” Her voice was shaky, her hands trembled slightly, and her bottom lip quivered. Even though she felt out of control of her own body, her own motor skills, her hands were pushing the coveralls that she had put on over her clothes from her shoulders. Her gaze was locked to him. Why did this man make he feel such a burning need to comply? What was it about him that pulled her in and soothed her so much that she moved to grant his every request? She had no idea, no clue, but through her fear, she couldn’t get her clothes off her body fast enough. She was moving in slow motion, and yet her mind wanted her to go faster.

The coveralls nothing more than heap on the floor around her own feet. Her fingers reached for the buckles of her overalls. So small, tiny, and seemingly fragile, they were wavering as she worked them free. The first one released from her grasp, and the strap slide down her back until the clasp gently tapped the back of her leg. She twitched a bit as it did so before moving to the next one. It too followed the same path. The buttons on her waist on either side were the only things holding her overalls up around her body. She wasn’t even sure if she could work the buttons on her shirt, but she began. That same driving force still present. His scent, his presence, the echo of his words, all of it right there before her. Her chest heaved as she further began to lose control of her own body, and he hadn’t even touched her naked skin yet. He was correct. She knew exactly what he wanted, and it was the thought of his mouth taking her nipple into her mouth that was blowing her nervous system to shreds. Callie wanted this, but at the same time she was paralyzed with fear. She swallowed hard as the first two buttons were opened. She knew the third would reveal her undergarments to him. White with a small pink rose in the middle. She shopped and dressed like a little girl. Not the young woman she was becoming. She paused gripping the button but only for a second. She allowed her shirt to fall open a bit more with each button until finally there were no more.

Her eyes showing every bit of her fear, her excitement, her array of emotions really that were running the garment at this point. “I feel scared, excited, like my heart is going to beat right out of my chest actually, but this..it makes me..happy. I am so scared,” she shook her head. “I’ve never done anything like this..before, but I won’t..lie. Don’t stop..Mr. Emerson.”
 
To know for sure what she would do, wasn’t a given by any means. Jake felt that his demands would be successful and that she would do as instructed or he wouldn’t have asked it of her. Deep down he had suspicions of her true nature, but they were not assured. The initial taking and conquest was more an art form, mixing various elements of control and domination. How much was applied and how quickly was dependent on each girl and each situation. Over the years he’d learned to read them, to analyze their reactions, and adapt his approach for maximum effect. In most cases, if not all, they had little to no clue about themselves, and if asked they would have denied to themselves and everyone around who or what they were. They were young, inexperienced, how could they know for sure their true submissive natures. The signs were there, but usually wholly ignored by all, well except maybe by him.

Jake eyes follow the decent of the coveralls, there discarding a positive sign of her inclinations. It really was true, that some were meant to lead and others to follow. Each person was different and society’s efforts to make everyone the same were so misguided. It wasn’t that some were less or more important, they were just different, and to deny those differences was a tragedy. To force so many to deny what pleased them, what they wanted to do, only to make a politically correct few happy. This young woman was a gift, that needed to be unwrapped and enjoyed, and if done correctly, she would be not lessened by it, but thrive because of it, if he was correct. Still it wasn’t time to fully reveal what he believed, such discussion would only muddle and confuse the young thing, it was far better to show her, and let her discover it for herself.

The buttons one after another fell to her efforts, ever so slowly her shirt parted, till it was it was cleaved in two by her unbuttoning. Still each part hung like a drape upon her budding and full chest, each mound partially revealed but not completely. A very satisfying vista it was, as she explained not her unwillingness but of her fear, fear of the unknown. Jake nodded his head in acknowledgement of her concerns, listening as she spoke of her not stopping, but of wanting this. So while one hand reaches up, and gently slides under the hanging piece of cloth, slowly causing it to become dislodge from her perky tit, till it was exposed, he spoke.

Nothing wrong with being afraid, it only wrong if you don’t face those fears or you let them rule you. Take a moment, take a deep breath.

Of course her breast now exposed would rise and fall to such a thing, only exposing her more to his visual caress. Not waiting, seemingly testing this own statement, the other hand comes up and slides under the other flap, gently pushing it aside, for his pleasure, and just maybe hers.

I’m not going to stop, because you don’t want me to stop, do you? You’d like me to touch them again, wouldn’t you?

Jake’s hands over her firm ripe tits, almost touching them, but not quite. He could feel the heat of her body, the rising and falling of her chest, causing her nipples to every so softly bump into his hands, that hovered about her young nubile body.
 
She opened her mouth wanting to gasp, to call out to him, to say something, but there wasn’t a single word, a phrase, even a sound that she could think of. She had memorized half of the English dictionary, and in this moment all of those words had failed her. He watched his hands, his body, and caught sight of her own body revealed to him. Her own heartbeat heard in her ears with every beat of her heart. Her hands by her sides now where shaking. This man had gotten her to go so far, so much more so than she had ever in her life, and yet she wasn’t running from him. She wasn’t even trying to anymore. The thought had completely left her mind. The only thoughts that seemed to fill her were what is he doing, and how can I make sure he doesn’t stop.

Nodding she took a deep breath feeling her sensitive nipples touched his hands. He wasn’t holding her. No. Mr. Emerson was just close enough for her to feel him. His touch was a tease though. Slight. Intermittent. She wanted more. Her body craved it. Feelings taking her, touching her, activating her body, bringing her to life and further, driving her, literally, as she stepped forward just a bit. Her body now closer to his, she could feel his palms on her nipples. She gasped. An audible gasp there was no doubt he heard.

“Yes,” she replied not looking up at him. Her eyes were focused on his body. His chest, arms, and even his hands. She wanted to touch him again. That urge gripped her throat. Not even looking up at him, she leaned forward licking at his nipple before she began to suckle once more. The same musk, the same texture to the skin, the same taste began her emotions down that same path as before. He hadn’t asked her to do this. She wasn’t even sure if he would mind. Would he tell her to stop? Would he push her away? Would he think she was some kind of sick pervert? It didn’t matter. She had to have him like this. Her shaky hands slowly rose resting on his arms. She pressed her fingertips into his arms. She knew this was wrong. Her mind screamed it. Her body defied it. Her mind wanted her to pull away and run. Her body wanted him to touch her. Conflicted, alive, scared, and aroused she would not have moved from that spot, from her actions for anything short of him telling her to.

She looked up to him as her mouth was still pressed to his body. To her, there appeared to be no sigh of him wanting her to stop. Good. Her tongue flicked at his nipple as her mouth remained sealed around him. Never looking away, she began to kiss across him broad chest. Her nose buried in the curly hairs there, her lips wet trailing her hot, wet kisses along him, and she stopped at his other nipple and began to show it the same attention. She had not done so before, and she really had no idea if he would think this was too much. His words were ringing in her ears. It was truly his fault she was even doing this.

‘Don’t be afraid of what you want, only be afraid of what you might miss. The problem with most people is they are afraid of what they feel and want; deny what is truly within them.’ She smiled remembering everything he had said to her. ‘It’s natural to be afraid, its okay. What you have to do is admit to yourself what you feel. Don’t lie, don’t make up excuses, but look within and see if it makes you happy’ It does make me happy, she thought. I’m afraid, but happy. ‘You are afraid, but you don’t want to stop do you. It’s time to face those fears.’ I am afraid. I am so afraid. Please Mr. Emerson, she thought, help me not be afraid. ‘Nothing wrong with being afraid, it’s only wrong if you don’t face those fears or you let them rule you.’ She stopped suckling him and gave him a warm smile. “Please Mr. Emerson. Help me not be afraid.”
 
Jake could feel the soft firmness of her tit in his hand, as the warm flesh molded to his hand as he massaged the perky mounds. He was in control of not only her chest, but so much more as small muffled sounds of pleasure slipped from between her young tender lips. She looked down, casting her eyes upon his body, as she answered in the affirmative to his question, though that answer would have been self-evident to any person who would have been watching her. Smiling he watched her lick her lips, a clear sign of her hunger, if there was ever one. Finally her head tilting down to again suckle at the proffered treat, her lithe little body shivering as her mouth and tongue savored his nipple, lavishing lusty attentions upon it. In her own world seemingly she concentrated on the task commanded of her, though it seem clear that the command itself was nothing more than a personification of her own desire. Finally her eyes look up, though her mouth never leaves the engorged nub, till she asks for help. If nothing Jake was a man who enjoyed helping young girls willing to learn, it was why he was a teacher.

Good!

Jake move his hands to her underarm area, and easily lifts her up, and in a twist and a step, puts her ass onto the work bench. Now her stature was equal to his assisted by the height of the dirty bench and her sitting position. Smiling he steps a little closer between her legs, his eyes still locked with hers. The advantage to this position was it put them eye to eye, and brought her soft firm mounds into easy reach of his mouth.

Keep telling me the truth and answering honestly and we will get along great. Lie and you will be punished. Do as I tell you, and you'll have the greatest experience of your live, its that simple.

Leaning over Jake returns the favor and puts his mouth to her luscious and delectable tit. Introducing her to his skilled tongue as it strikes out to conquer her engorged and hard little nub. One hand squeezes her other mound, while his lips, tongue and teeth introduce her to the pleasures of adulthood. The lips suckled and pulls, while his tongue dances and his teeth grip the sensitive little piece of flesh atop her breast. She might have thought today’s lesson would be automotive repair, but instead he was giving her an education that she would remember for the rest of her life. There was nothing tentative or cautionary about his approach, it was forthright and direct, as he took command of her situation and her. He was strong, possessive and aggressive, as his mouth made the first move to bring her body into submission to his will.
 
A slight giggle escaped her lips as his hands touched her underarms. Dreadfully ticklish, it was a reflex more than anything. Her feet left the floor, and she did not kick, nor did she try to escape his grasp. He moved her around like a ragdoll, as if she were lighter than a feather. With such ease, he moved to the work bench, and Callie didn’t even concern herself with the truth of where or what she was sitting on now. The only thing she even bothered to give a second thought to was the man in front of her. Her eyes now able to easily gaze into his, she felt as she was on his level in every possible way she could be. She blinked, the corners of her mouth turning up in smile, and for a moment she forgot about how exposed parts of her body were to him. As the memory, the realization, came flooding back to her, her cheeks blushed a deep crimson, and her eyes fell away from his.

Even as he spoke she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She nodded letting him know she understood. “Yes Sir. I will keep telling you truth.” She had no idea what he meant by punishment, but by definition, she knew the word punishment could not mean anything good. She didn’t want to incur that from him, nor anyone else for that matter. So if keeping punishment away was as simple as telling him the truth, then she vowed right then and there she would always be honest with him even if meant being uncomfortable.

She looked at his head though, as he quickly leaned in. Her eyes widened as she felt his warm mouth touching, suckling, tasting her nipple and working what could only be described as his magic on her. Her hands rose as if they were moving on their own totally separate and out of her control. She grabbed at his head, not trying to pull him away, but simply lacing her finger into his hair and remaining there. Several quick, sharp breaths and she was calling out to him. “Mr. Em-Emerson. That feels….so good.” Bolts of electricity ran through her chest as his teeth grazed and slightly clamped down on her sensitive skin. Her entire body twitched as she moved leaning forward and back taking him with her. She never released him, and for a second she thought perhaps she should. Maybe he doesn’t want me grabbing him. If he doesn’t, he’ll let me know. That logic, that reasoning was what ultimately lead her to keeping her finger firmly where they were. She spread her legs slowly so he could even closer. Her knees squeezing his body with each surge that ran throughout her. “I’ll always….tell you the truth. Yes….Sir.” Her words as labored as her breath as her eyes closed. Her lips stayed parted as her expression was one of pure elation. She relaxed and contracted against him and his efforts. Her hands, her body, everything about her seemed to be holding on to him, willing him to stay and not wanting him to stop.
 
Carefully watching her, Jake could see her initial reaction was positive, and though she wasn’t totally comfortable, but she was young and inexperienced, it was to be expected. Still there was a smile on her face and he planned to make it bigger with time. Jake so enjoyed the young ones, they didn’t yet have so many hang-ups, so many preconceived notions, that became impediments to the healthy kind of relationships he so enjoyed. Her young nubile body, her perky tits, the freshness of her smell all drew him in.

Her body responding so appropriately to his attention, as her hands took to his head, not to push him away, but to keep him closer. It wasn’t only her body; it was her voice as she spoke to her appreciation of his skilled mouth upon her tit and nipple. He knew for her body was already giving itself to him. The little quivers and shakes added to the way she pushed her tit at his mouth for him to feast upon. Though he knew the truth, to confront her with it now, would probably only scare her away, slowly he’d let her discover who and what she was and would become under his tutelage. So when she pulled him in, he met her, continuing the use of his experienced mouth and tongue upon a once untouched tit. When he’d felt one had received enough attention, he moved on to the next, knowing the effect it would have upon her as he stood between her spread legs. It wasn’t like her body was betraying her, it was only doing what came natural, and all he needed to do was help her, reveal that part of her she probably didn’t even know existed. She answers his question, pledging to speak the truth, he smiles in response, taking his mouth from the tender nub he had been gnawing into submission, and stands fully between her legs, though his hands, each take up where his mouth had been as he speaks.

Good, then I think we have an understanding. Give me the respect and honor I am due, and I will teach you far more than just auto mechanics. And you want to learn more don’t you?

This time, his hand more roughly gasps her nipple, pulling and twisting upon it, not yet with violence or pain, but more as a show of dominion and control. While he waits, he uses one hand now to twists her nipple harder, knowing it will hurt, but at the same time his mouth envelopes her other nipple, and ravishes it, mixing pain and pleasure for the first time, knowing that this would be a totally new experience for the young innocent girl, though that innocence was soon to be lost in the pleasures of the flesh and the job of submission.

There is pleasure and there is pain, each alone intoxicating, but together, so exquisite an experience.

He stands full again, talking as one hand now abuses the very nipple he’d been pleasuring, while his other hand caresses the one he’d been abusing. It was a lot he knew for the young woman to grasp, and yet, he knew she was smart, adaptive, and from what he could judge ready for it. To hold back, and forgo her this experience, would undeniably be a far worse life experience. So he stood between her, his groin pressed into hers, his hands upon her tits, his eyes meeting her, teaching her.

Are you truly ready to learn, the education of a lifetime; to follow my instructions, to trust me to show you your destiny. I will not accept or allow a half heart effort; I will expect only the best from you. You will hold nothing back; you will give me everything, and in doing so, I promise you will reach your real potential. Your mind, your body will realize pleasures, satisfaction and happiness as you’ve never experienced. I won’t guarantee you won’t question my commands, but you in the end will never doubt the results.
 
She squirms nearly rocking the entire work bench. Mr. Emerson was doing things to her, touching her in places no man had ever seen much less touched. His mouth, so warm and wet, covering her nipple. His tongue was rough, and her there was a softness to it the massaged her hard nub. Callie was unaware as her head slowly swayed back that she was licking her lips. Her legs once more tighten around the man between her, squeezing him several times and quickly releasing him. Her toes curled, her back arched, and her eyes drifted closed. This was more pleasure than she had ever felt in her entire life. Even when she would lay alone in her bed at night and touch her clit, it never felt this amazing. Such a strong emotion growing within her, and sadly she was clueless as to what it was or what to do about it.

In protest her eyes meet his as the touch of his enticing mouth leaves her chest. His tone, the words, captivated her. Slowly she nods. “Yes….Mr. Emerson….I want….to learn….more. Teach me. Show me. Please.” The last word uttered no more loudly than a soft whisper. His hands never left her chest. That unknown desire still growing more and more. Feeling the gentle beginnings of slow torturous ache between her legs, Callie moves her hips harder, closer to him.

A searing pain as he twists her nipple is countered with his skillful mouth. Looking from left to right, her mouth hanging open, cries flood from her. Panted, heartfelt, torn, confused sounds of pleasure and pain. Her body ripped into different directions quickly snapped back as if by some invisible band, she trembles giving in to the sensations he is giving her. “Yes Mr. Emerson. So exquisite.”

Again, rising between her legs, he continues to switch what she was feeling. It took her body less time to adjust to this change and embrace what he was offering. The intensity in his eyes locked with her own. This man, this teacher, was giving her lessons she had never been taught. An entire new world was opening up slowly for her. Pain. Pleasure. This unknown desire taking over between her legs. The small, dull ache had grown. It hurt. Two simple words to describe what she felt.

“Yes Mr. Emerson,” she called out loudly. “I am!” Her eyes begging him. He said he would teach. This is an education. Callie wanted to reach between her legs. It was some instinctive force really. She didn’t know why it would make her feel better, but something just felt right about doing so. Still there was that fear present. Mr. Emerson was right there. I can’t grab between my legs and touch where I’m hurting, where that yearning feeling is most prevalent. That’s just not done. He’s going to show me my destiny. She nods at the thought as if he’s literally repeating his own words. “Okay. No half heart efforts. Only the best,” she says in between her panting breaths. Am I holding back? He wants me to give him everything, but this? He promises. Real potential, pleasures, satisfaction, and happiness. Again she nods. The need is far too great for her to ignore as her clit throbs. “Please Mr. Emerson. It hurts. More and more it hurts, but it feels….good. Why?”
 
The sharp gasp that he forced from her body by way of the nipple he twisted, was one that brought a smile to his face. For the guttural sound wasn’t just that of a person in pain, but that oh so sweet sound of pleasure. He’d guessed, and though he was usually never wrong, there was always a chance for failure. What pleased him so was not only her body’s natural response, but her verbal response as her submissive side became more and more evident. There was a devilish gleam in Jake’s eyes for this was that moment, the one point in time, where the flower of a woman’s desire to serve bloomed and opened up. It wasn’t every women, but it should be more, given how many unhappy and dissatisfied ones there were. It wasn’t like it was going to happen all at once, but today in this shop, he was going to introduce this girl to something that would in all likelihood change her life forever.

A good question, its because for some, pain and pleasure are almost the same. One or the other by itself could be desirable, but together are a synergy of joy and ecstasy. Just like you enjoy doing as I ask of you, I take pleasure in having that control over you, it’s a synergy that alone it good, but together is even better.

As he began the first explanation of her nature, he didn’t leave her body alone, and continued to light the fire he knew was growing within her young nubile body. Though his mouth returned to her nipple, he changed it up, and had his finger and thumb caress one nipple, tenderly growing it to its full erectness, while this time instead of his mouth lavishing soft attention on her bud, he captured it between his teeth and tugged on it, biting as hard as necessary to make sure it couldn’t escape. He not only wanted to enjoy the pleasure of her firm young tit, but to reinforce his words with actions, as sometimes they made a point far better. Jake realized that intuitively this might be an intellectual quandary for one as inexperienced as her, but so too he knew the facts would be impossible to deny. Releasing her abused nipple he looks up at her as he talked, his hot breath caressing the sore nub.

You a smart girl, a very smart girl, so lets me be frank. Society teaches us and sets up norms that are for society’s benefit not ours. It tells us what everyone should like or not like, and what is right or wrong. My philosophy is different. What goes on between two people that consent to it, is no one’s business but theirs. If you like it, than enjoy it, that’s your right. I can see in your eyes you want more, don’t you? It aches doesn't it?

Jake didn’t even wait, he released her tit from his mouth, stood abruptly up, and grabbed both her tits with his strong powerful hands roughly squeezing them in tandem, as he leaned in for a passionate open mouthed kiss filled with wanton lust. The long fingers of his hands digging into the soft tissue, distorting their perfect shape as he kissed her like a full grown woman. His waist moving between her legs, the distinctive line of his bulge running across the front as the animal nature of what they were doing was slowly taking over. Jake was still controlled, but he knew she needed to see the raw nature and power of his desire, for he very much felt she deserve the honesty of it. To hold back we would be to lie to her. She was either going to accept what was going on or not.
 
Mr. Emerson took control of her body and the situation. His fingers working her sore, hard nipples showing her things she never would have imagined. Pain can feel good. The touch of a man can feel good. Giving yourself over to someone else can, and does, feel good. At first she had thought it was due to being starved for attention at home. No. That could not be the case. His touch wasn’t one of a father figure, or even a family member for that case. Mr. Emerson touched her like a man touches a woman. The body of teenager, but the heart of a woman beat within her chest, and he had awakened it and so much more.

“A synergy. Alone good. Together it’s so..much..better. Yes,” she panted. “So much better.” Wincing at the touch of his fingers, she was certain he was going to pinch and twist her sore, abused nipple. Delightfully, his touch was soft, gentle, tender even. A warm smile at this new touch was short lived as the pain ripped through the other nipple along with his teeth. A look of shock and horror took over her face as it contorted filled with the agony he was inflicting. The feelings and sensation, confused and jumbled, only conflicting her mind and body further yet again. Unable to sit still, to remain quiet, her young body was rocking in place. Callie’s hips grinding into the wood beneath her. When she felt there was no way her body could with stand this any longer, she would explode, scream, jump from her seat, his breath washed over her tender nipple.

Her eyes looked down to find him as her chest heaved with heavy breaths. Biting her bottom lip, Callie listened as he spoke. “Yes Mr…..” He gave her no time to answer. Instead he allowed her body to answer what her mouth would not be able to. His hands, his mouth, both strong, forceful, and in charge claiming her. Callie leaned into him, giving more of herself over to him. He was right. Society did dicate far too much of how she had lived thus far. She was to be the good daughter, the perfect student, and the quiet one. No more. This man, this full grown man saw her for what she was, and in that, he also saw her for what she could be. He wanted to help her see that, to become that, and feel it. Her breathing now slowed, and she was ready to open her more of herself to him, to expose her very being to him. Her nerves have vanished, and in their place was this young girl needing to feel more and understand why and who she was. Mr. Emerson was willing to let her feel it, to give it to her, and teach her. There was still fear and hesitation inside her, even resulting in her pulling back from him slightly at times. Still she would lean forward giving back to him what she thought he wanted. In the simplest of terms, her. They would work through the nerves. He had to, she thought. He’ll understand. I’ll do as he asks. I want to. I truly want to. Mr. Emerson truly was the perfect teacher.
 
Jake played her young body with his skilled hands, watching how it reacted to his touch, be it soft, firm or rough. He noticed when her breathes got heavy, when she squirmed or wiggled to his touch, even when moved her body for more. Even if she knew little of what he was doing, her body was naturally submitting and giving itself to him in ever greater amounts. Jake was a teacher, but be was far more than that too, and she was clearly engaged by the education she was getting. Her young body quickly adapts and accepts his touch, taking joy from the mixture of pain and pleasure he exacted from it. It was with pride that he got to teach these young girls the needs and desires of the flesh. He hadn’t even put his hand on her untouched pussy, or explored her nether regions and yet he could see what he was doing, building in her body, the desire and heat it was generating. Her consciousness already reached the point where she knew she wanted more; in her voice he could almost hear the desperation, the need to be his. So he let her grind away, knowing it was time to take her to another level.

It turning you on isn’t it? It’s okay you can let go, give into to it. You don’t have to deny what you feel. Just listen to my voice, and listen to your body, and discover the truth of who and what you are.

Jake was so close, she could smell his masculine musky scent, feel the warmth of his breath upon her, and the strength on his hands. Her young innocent body was being awoken by a man who was over twice her age, and whom had a knowledge of such thing, equal or greater than her entire life to this point. As he touched and explored, these erogenous zone, her lips, her ears, her neck, her perky tits, he used them to his advantage, making each give in to his will. Even if she didn’t realize, he was going to have dominion over it all, and soon enough she wouldn’t even want or desire anything else. He would kiss her lips, or tongue her ear, just as easily as slap her tit or bite, all mixed with his deep powerful voice.

Rub your pussy against me; while you think what it would be like to be fucked by me. To have me hold you down and take you, not like a little girl, but like a woman: hard, faster and rough.

One of Jake’s hands entwines in her hair, clamping down, grasping the locks so she would realize there was no escape and who was in control.

You want it don’t you, it hurts doesn’t it. You are close aren’t you? Don’t cum yet. I haven’t told you to cum. Hold it. Why are you holding it girl? Tell me.

He twisted her hair tight, his other hand pulling on her nipple, as he watched her.
 
His voice was like liquid velvet pouring over her warming her further, in sighting even more of a fire insider her body and between her legs. Her hips still working as if in time with some beat only she could hear. Her eyes were closed, but she nodded as he spoke. He was right. Her body was reacting, giving in, allowing her to feel things she had never done before. It didn’t matter his age, or even the fact he was her teacher. All that mattered to her was how he was making her feel, and Callie was certain she didn’t want it to stop. Her heart accelerated as a thin sheen of sweat was forming on her brow. Ragged breaths as her chest heaved and quivered gripped her body. With parted lips, and her head back, she groaned out to him. No words. Just sounds. Sounds of her elated pleasure.

“Yes..Mr. Emerson..This is..turning me..on. Oh please..don’t..stop..Keep..talking..I want..to hear..your voice..I want..” She kept babbling on about what she wanted. Callie would have said anything to keep him touching her. His body to her own, his voice, the feeling of almost floating in pure lust. She would have done anything to keep feeling it all. Pleasing this man was in turn giving her pleasure. Do as he asks give as he desires, and he will return plus more. It was a simple lesson, a simple equation, and one that she mastered quickly. So when he made his next request, Callie smiled and blushed, but she moved her body to his command.

She felt his body through the fabric of her over-alls. Her knees quivered just a bit as she made contact. I’m rubbing a man’s body through my clothes. Something that perhaps would not mean anything to any of the other girls in her school took on such weight for her. The shy, geeky virgin was rubbing her pussy against a man. This was something Callie never imagine she would be doing when she left her house this morning. No guy will ever want me. They never do, and yet here she was becoming aware of how wet she really was as her cunt pussy brushed and touched him.

To imagine fucking him wasn’t that hard. She had already seen his bare chest, touched him, tasted him, and even smelled him. The warmth from his skin even faded into her daydream about this man grabbing her, holding her down firmly, and taking her body. She cried out ever so slightly at the thought of him shoving his cock deep inside her. “Yes..Mr…..Emerson.” She made no attempt to be quiet or hide her words from him. She only opened her eyes when he grabbed her hair. Several deep breaths through her nose as her mouth formed a tight line. Her hips never stopped moving as her gaze burned into him. “Yes..Mr. Emerson..I..want it..bad..It hurts..I..I..wouldn’t..I’m holding..it..holding it..because you..want me..to..Because you..commanded..it..Sir.” The hair, the nipple, his words, her hips it all was quickly coming to a head for her. “Please..Mr…..Emerson..let me..cum. Please..I..beg..you..I’m begging..you..to let..me..cum..I have..to..Oh please..please..” The desperation in her voice clear as she pleaded with him. “I’ll do..anything.”
 
The young woman’s groans were a song of lust and sexual awakening as she complied with his commands. Her luscious lips slightly parted, her partially arched back, he open legs each one more bit of proof of her growing condition. The words stuttered but clear as she almost pleaded for him to continue, not to stop. Jake wasn’t deterred by her age or her innocence, as they added to his own craving to conquer and train her. Even without total understanding of what all he desired of her, she did as instructed and began to spread her legs and rub her young little pussy against him. Of her own free will she was contributing to her submission, even if she didn’t know it, by her very own act. Jake’s manhood grew, but it gave her a target for her grinding, as natural ridge of her valley of her teenage cunt to mold around. He didn’t so much smile as gently nod, as she continued answering affirmatively to his commands and questions. The young thing's body spoke as loudly as her words, till he could hear the pleading, the desperation in them, till she said she would do anything.

Really? Anything?

He knew it wasn’t really true, but he did know that she was becoming far more willing and compliant as the need within her grew like a wild fire out of control. Not that he gave her respite or even time to consider what she was offering and how he might use it to his advantage. The pitiful pleading intensified, and he nurtured it with his fingers and hands upon her nubile body. Cupping and massaging her firm tits, pulling and twisting her nipples, letting his hot breath touch and stroke her body.

YOU want to cum? NO! Not yet. Not till you acknowledge and tell me you want to cum for ME! How bad do you need it? Don't cum yet, hold it.


Jake's words a mixture of soothing and demanding as he confronted her most private of need by taking control of it, demanding that she comply, even while using her body to intensify the feeling.


That orgasm is going to be for me, you're going to do it for me. When I tell you, aren't you?


If she thought that she had any control, even over her body when it came to Jake, she was wrong, he would have it all. She would either submit to him completely or not at all.


Look at me. When I tell you, who are you going to cum for when told?
 
There was firmness. She felt it as she kept pushing, grinding her pussy next to him, on him. Even though Callie wasn’t experienced, she knew exactly what it was. She didn’t have to jump from a building to know she couldn’t fly, and she didn’t have to be well vexed to know what a hard cock inside a man’s jeans felt like either. Even knowing what it was, it didn’t cause her to want to stop. If anything, it seemed to fuel her. Pressing harder against him, she wanted to feel more of it. As soon as her body would begin to pull away, she already missed the feeling, longed for it even, and thrust her hips forward towards him again nearly dancing from the bench at the feel of his manhood. She knew what it meant. Perhaps that’s the part that was feeding her lust so adequately. After he spoke, it took her a few moments for the words that entered her ears to make their way to her brain and formulate an answer. Moistening her now drying lips with her tongue, Callie answered him. “Yes. Sir. Anything. You Desire.” Her words were as broken as her breathing. It nearly took too much effort for her to even focus on speaking them as all she wanted to do was feel him next to her.

There was barely any definition between pleasure and pain anymore. A sharp searing pain through her nipple would quickly give way to the warmth of his hands causing her to further still inch her ass from the table closer to him. She was certain she would leave a wet spot on his clothes, and frankly she didn’t care. “Yes. I want..to cum.” She shook her head as he told her no and listened to everything he spoke. Callie hung on his words and touch. All of it hung in the air, cutting through her body like nothing had ever done before. “I want,” she began, “to cum..for..you. For you! Mr. Emerson! Please! Bad!” She stammered the last word out as if she had lost all control over her mind and mouth. Only groaning sounds of pleasure flooded from her mouth as the tightening in her lower belly began to grow. Her clit throbbing, her entire cunt alive, tingling, she wanted something. The sweet release her body was seeking was foreign to her in this capacity. Never had a man brought her this close to the edge, and now she feared she would tumble down before he granted her permission to let go.

“Yes Sir,” she screamed out bringing her knees tight, flush to his body. “I..can’t..hold..it!” Sounding like a wounded animal, her howls filled the room. “Please..Sir!” There was no hesitation as he spoke. Her eyes quickly found his. “You. Sir. I will..cum..for you.” Her words a whisper as she felt her body beginning to fall apart. It wouldn’t be long and it wouldn’t matter what he said. She would lose this battle to please him. Pulling her knees together even tighter still, through gritted teeth she stared at him. She was determined to hold on. She would not let him down. He wanted this from her, and Callie was bound to keep her word and not cum until Mr. Emerson told her.
 
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