The Written Corruption [East & Videogamechick]

[east]

Class was close to ending, and at this point in the day Martin was already starting to hand back the previous days writing assignments. The english teacher had just gone through a rather nasty, and lengthy divorce, and it had shown on his body. He had lost weight from not sleeping well, his blue button up shirt, was untucked and had a few stains, and his watch was set an hour early so that he could actually gather up the motivation to get moving before the end of the day. It seemed like the only thing he had been doing to keep up his appearance was stepping into the shower each morning, his short blond hair was growing long, and frayed in places, and he hadn't shaved in a day or two so he was starting to get a darker shadow around his face.

As he walked through the class Martin was busy handing back assignments. He had asked the class to hand him in some short stories, and they had ranged in quality from the fantastic to complete garbage, but there had been one that had caused him to pause. When he got to Jessica's desk he handed it back along with a note to meet him after class was out. Her story had been harshly errotic, even for an 18 year old's point of view, and as a teacher he had to at least act concerned when he got this kind of thing. they were partly red flags, especially when they involved torture and that kind of thing. He glanced over her for a moment trying to see if he could see any signs of abuse on her body, bruising in obvious spots scars near her wrists when she took back the paper, anything that would tip him off that he would have to actually do his job and report the girl's family.

If not than he had a few other things he could say about it, as it had easily been the best in the class, and well worth the A he had put on the paper. Walking to his desk he dismissed the class. "Tomorrow we will be looking into starting our first term book study, on the table you will find Marry Shelley's Frankenstein, and no watching the old movies do not count as reading the book we will be focusing more on the letters and format contained within the novel, as with most of your reading list this year we are taking a look at illusion, and framing devices."

He sighed as the bell rang and students started to groan and mutter as they left the room, he on the other hand sat at his desk waiting for them all to filter out, and be gone for the day.

 

[videogamechick]

The entire day had been an absolute ball of stressful emotions, leading up to the final class: Contemporary American Literature. A couple weeks ago, her professor had assigned them a fairly common assignment. He was looking for a 1000 word short story, involving some of the literary devices they'd been learning about the prior few weeks. Jessica had always loved writing. She'd become fairly well known in several communities online, for both her fanfic and original stories. They....weren't exactly the type of stories you'd necessarily hang up on the fridge though, or send off as part of a resume.

Jessica had shown up to school dressed similarly to how she usually did. She wore her University T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and some converse sneakers. She wasn't one to go out of her way to dress particularly memorably, happy to simply blend into the crowd. She wasn't looking for a relationship anymore anyway. They were always boring gentlemen anyway, so what was the point? As the day dragged on though, she was getting more and more stressed out. Her black hair became more disheveled as the stress started getting to her. Jessica had taken a risk for her assignment. Instead of writing some watered down trash like she normally would for school, she went to her roots. It was important for her to get excellent grades, and she knew the only way she was going to get an A was to write her kind of short story. She just hoped it wouldn't get her kicked out of the class - or worse.

When she finally got her paper back and saw the grade on the paper, she let out a long sigh of relief. It wasn't just the fact that she earned the A...it was the fact that he didn't seem to be judging her for it. No 'we need to have a discussion with your parents' or 'Meeting with Principal Taylor at 4:00'. Just a simple, beautiful A. The bell for the class eventually rang, and she proudly put her paper back into her bag. Today had became a good day, and she was looking forward to enjoying the rest of it at home.

 

[east]

As the bell rang, Martin got up from his chair and walked towards Jessica, stopping her from leaving immediately, but also trying to be discreet. He didn't want to call her out in front of the entire class if he was trying to confront her about something so potentially devastating as sexual abuse in her family. Still he did need to talk to her. So as the rest of the class went out, he came up to her desk and waited for them to leave.

"Jessica do you have a moment? I just wanted to go over something, don't worry you aren't in trouble." He waved off a few other classmates who seemed curious but managed to keep the girl he wanted in after class was out and people started to leave the building. He was never sure how to broach this subject, he had done this a few times, and he like all teachers had recieved the usual amount of training associated with it, but he was never sure how to actually break the topic. He decided he would be more candid about this.

"You're not in trouble, but I wanted to talk to you about your story. It was very explicit. When a student hands me something like this it does raise a few red flags. So I do have to ask, is there anything you want to talk about with me?" He again tried to look her over for any real signs of abuse, but wasn't coming up with anything. The class had filtered out, and only he and Jessica were left in the room, he stood a head and a half taller than her, and had to look down at the smaller student, he also had much more broad shoulders, even if he did have a bit of a gut it was clear that at one point he did have a very well maintained and fit figure.

 

[videogamechick]

She let out a long sigh as she noticed the teacher getting up and approaching her. So much for things being just normal. No, it seemed like her worries were definitely for good reason. She slumped her shoulders, nodding her head as he told her that she wasn't in trouble. "Uh huh.....okay I guess," she mumbled, as if she really had a choice. She could tell this conversation was going to be awkward as hell.

After everyone had left, he finally broke the question. Jessica shrugged her shoulders, trying to blow off his query. "It's nothing....it's just a story, and you shouldn't be alarmed or anything, okay? I just wanted to write that genre because I thought I'd do well with it. It's not like a cry for help or anything like that....sheesh... Next time I'll just write some silly adventure story with mountains of violence and gore like most of my other classmates. Sorry...." Jessica retorted defensively, trying to escape the classroom as fast as she could. "If I'd known it was going to be a problem, I'd have wrote about something else."

 

[east]

Martin stepped in front of her as she denied anything being wrong, which as he looked her over, he could actually agree with he could see no signs of physical abuse, and really got no impression other than the fact that she may have found this confrontation embarassing. However if that was the case than he really didn't want her to leave just yet, especially with the impression that he was only trying to ask her if it was a cry to help, and the insinuation that she wouldn't write anything else like it. "It's not just that, and like I said you aren't in trouble for it, actually like your grade suggests your writing is actually very evocative, creative and well composed, but it's also kind of weak in the sensual sense of things, as well as not being entirely anatomically correct. If I had to guess you probably have never seen anything in person before."

He ignored the fact that his last insinuation was probably more than a teacher should be saying about a student, in fact this entire conversation was probably a tad on the subversive side of things.

He moved so that he didn't block his student, such a thing was dangerous after all, and he didn't have any intention of stopping her if she so desired to leave, but at the same time he had another idea. "I actually want to ask if you wouldn't mind submitting it for publishing."

He moved to his desk and pulled out a magazine full of youth submitted stories. "It's a small magazine, but I have friends who do the publishing. You can use your name, or a fake name, but they would pay you for stuff like this, It's a good opportunity and would open a few more doors for you. Usually it's around 500$ or so, but honestly you could probably stand to polish up a bit of it first."

 

[videogamechick]

Jessica's face flushed bright red as she was called out for one of her greatest weaknesses. Sure, it was rarely called out online. It seemed a great deal of her audience was just as unaware of anatomy as she seemed to be. Still, she was aware that her writing could be improved in this area, and was really sensitive about it. "Wh.....that's ridiculous. It's just fine. Maybe you just misread it..." she stuttered defensively, gathering her things with determination to get out of the classroom. Before she could do so, the teacher mentioned something that caught her attention.

She whirled around, her pale blue eyes sharply glaring at him. "Publishing?" She watched as he went over, pulling out a magazine. She slowly followed him over, looking at it curiously. Judging by the title alone of one of the stories on the front page, it was one that would welcome her unique...style.

"It's paid? Really....it's also a good opportunity....that's better than most of the opportunities out there 'for exposure'," she admitted. He once again mentioned that it could probably have some reworking done, and her shoulders slumped a bit. "That's...kind of the problem. I actually really tried on that one. You wouldn't believe how much time I spent looking up stuff online, trying to figure out all of the angles and sensations and everything. Honestly, I thought I nailed it... Maybe....I guess if you wouldn't mind highlighting the problem areas, I could go rework those?"

 

[east]

Martin held out his hand gesturing for her to hand the paperwork back over to him. He went through it, and sighed. He wasn't trying to blackmail her here, he wasn't even sure he should even be having this conversation, on the one hand a student had an opportunity and a skill, but was a skill in writing erotica something a teacher should promote. He had no idea, and he was pretty sure the legal answer would be gods no, he shouldn't talk about this with a student.

"A lot of it has the same mistakes a certain book made, it's only scraping the surface of what actually goes into that. Basically it reads like a stereotypical porno." He shrugged. "It's still good, but... Well it wouldn't hurt you to go out and get a few experiences if you are actually going to pursue writing this type of thing for a living."

"Truth is you should probably find someone to experiment with." He was encouraging a student to go find someone to fuck, and abuse. He was pretty sure that this was the kind of life advice a teacher wasn't supposed to give out, but at the same time, he didn't care. His marriage in shambles, so what if he lost his job, at this point he didn't have much else to work with.

 

[videogamechick]

Jessica watched him closely as he went through her literature, watching the reactions on his face as he reread parts of it. She didn't know how she felt about him comparing to previous pieces of literature; not knowing how good that certain book was. She was kind of annoyed that he thought it read like a stereotypical porno - or a porno at all. It was more than that to her. It was something special. One thing he was probably right about was going out and getting new experiences...but that was the hardest part for her.

"Someone to experience those kinds of things with? I mean....where would I even find someone like that? The closest BDSM club is forever away, and it didn't even have good reviews. I looked already," she retorted, revealing she'd already put some thought into trying all of this in reality.

"Besides, this kind of thing requires a ton of trust. I mean....this kind of thing can go bad quickly, right? But...it's not something most people are into. So I'm pretty much forced to get to know people, and then after a couple months find out that they're as vanilla as hell," she knew she was saying too much, but her frusteration was boiling to the surface. "I mean....yeah, I get it; but how? It's a lot easier said than done, you know?"

 

[east]

"Don't I know it." Martin scoffed, as he shook his head at the comment about the club, it had been a rather pathetic place when he had went to check it out, giving him very little in terms of what he had wanted, and he had been unable to find a willing partner there. He looked around the classroom for a moment, a slight thought coming to his mind as he looked at Jessica. He could tell that she was probably just as frustrated as he was with the current selection of partners. People her age rarely focused on BDSM as intently as she was.

He could see that she was frustrated, and hell if he didn't agree with her, but at the same time talking about sex with a student wasn't just a bad thing to do, it was a highly illegal thing to do. Just suggesting an action would cost him his job, and yet he bit his lower lip for a moment thinking about how he wanted to pitch that idea. Still just talking about experiance wasn't really a bad thing and the two were past the point where he felt like he would get reported. "You can spend your entire life with someone and then find out that they aren't exactly compatible, my advice would be to find someone older, who knows what they want, because otherwise you just end up in a lengthy divorce with a bitch."

"As for who to trust, the only thing I can suggest is that when you figgure that part out you have to make the first move. Most older men look at someone as young as you, and they would probably be a little intimidated by the gap. Find a way to make a man more comfortable, or just do something stupid to dive into it." He put his hand to his face what the hell was he even saying. He was so gonna get fired.

 

[videogamechick]

What he said made a lot of sense to her, nothing seeming overly alarming at first. Of course it'd be hard doing it the way that she'd been doing it. His thoughts about dating older men seemed different, for sure; but she was open enough to quickly see the value in it. It wouldn't just be a matter of them not changing as much sexually over time, but a very very strong sense of stability. Everyone in her life seemed to be moving a hundred miles an hour, but someone a bit older would have things more figured out. She'd be able to lean on him a little bit more, when needed; and that was really attractive.

He started going into specifics a little bit, about how to handle starting a relationship with someone who was older. While it made a lot of sense, it did start her wondering if what he was saying was a bit more personal than he was letting in. She raised an eyebrow as she listened, reasoning it over in her mind.

"Huh...I mean....that does make a lot of sense. You definitely have a really good point about older men being more stable, and knowing exactly what they're looking for. On that second part...the making the first move thing? I mean, I know it's 2018 and all, so it really shouldn't be an issue; but aren't guys usually supposed to be the ones to make the first move? Especially someone more....that way? Into that kind of thing? It just seems like it could be taken as kind of emasculating for a younger, submissive girl to be the one to...like...kick things off? Or do you think that wouldn't even be an issue for someone like that?"

 

[east]

"You're 18, if your going after men my age you need to show that you are up to take a risk or something. Dominants need to see you can take direction, but also take risks." Martin was at the point of 'oh fuck it either this was going to happen or he was gonna loose his job' either way he was going to have some fun about it. "It's not emasculating, it's showing that you can actually keep up with an older mans desires."

"You've read books right? It's not just about the dominant taking command over the situation it's about the sub showing willingness, no one is going to touch a young woman who doesn't know what they are getting into. Asking a sub to take the first move is as simple as removing your clothing or taking some other risk to show how willing you are, at that point any good dominant will step in and take control."

Looking over his wording he had just asked one of his students to take off their clothing in front of a stranger, or someone they could trust. Heck he was pretty sure he was using himself more as an example, this was probably something that was gonna get him to loose his job, but instead he just folded his arms and waited to see what his students reaction would be.

 

[videogamechick]

It was fairly subtle, but Jessica was quickly catching on to the fact that he wasn't just talking about anyone. He kept referring to people like him, but it was getting increasingly more obvious to her. He was hitting on her. While it was relatively deniable if she tried to accuse him of something, it definitely wouldn't go over well for him. Especially with the papertrail of her paper getting such high marks.

"The first move, huh? To make sure that she's really into that kind of thing. That makes sense..." she said, her mind racing. The way he was talking was getting her really turned on. "I mean....are you talking about like...stripping naked? Or would a simple flash be enough to send the message?" Jessica wasn't just listening, she was clearly thinking through things and asking questions. "For example....if I flashed....someone like you my breasts, would that get their attention? Or would they want my pussy instead? Or would I strip entirely naked in front of them, just like that?"

 

[east]

Martin walked behind his desk, if only to better hide the fact that he was starting to sport an errection from the way the two were talking. The way she was starting to pry into it, and catch on he knew the girl was smart, and in fact that was one of the reasons he liked her as much as he did. At her question he pretended to mull it over. "In an S&M relationship, you are really only supposed to wear clothing that your Master has approved of, and in fact being naked should be the more comfortable natural state."

"If you were to go into training you would need to get comfortable stripping to the nude in pretty much any location, so I'd say for people in that sort of life style, to show that your willing going the extra mile of taking off everything for that person is probably the best thing that you could do. Just a flash is rather teasing after all, most men want to see everything that they are getting into." He gave a shrug.

"When trying to go for a man who has things to loose, it's best to go big or go home."

 

[videogamechick]

His viewpoint made sense. He, or any man in his position, wouldn't be willing to risk everything for a piece of ass; especially if that piece of ass wasn't a sure thing. A quick flash wasn't going nearly far enough for a risk like that. Jessica checked over her shoulder, wondering what the chances were of someone walking in and seeing.

"That makes sense...." she said, biting her lip. Go big or go home. She couldn't help but think that was at least partially meant for her as well. She was getting more and more turned on. Her teacher knew his stuff, and he was clearly interested. What would it hurt to try it? If she passed on this opportunity, when if ever would the next one come?

Without saying a word, she crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her top; before pulling it up and over her head. She refused to make eyecontact with him or say a word; then unclasping her bra and dropping it down to the floor. With her small breasts on full display, she then grabbed her panties and bottoms alike; pulling them both off in one swift motion. It was intensely humiliating as she raised her eyes from the floor, looking back at him. "So...something like that, teacher?"

 

[east]

Martin watched with fascination as his student seemed to mull it over, this was either the point in which he lost his job, or something grand started. When she started to remove her clothing he released a sigh and relaxed visibly for a moment. He moved forward, placing a gentle hand to her chin, lifting her face, and taking her lips, his other hand exploring the smooth skin of her back rolling down her soft body. When he pushed his tongue into her mouth, he grabbed a handful of her soft ass claiming it as his own. "Exactly like that."

When the kiss broke his hand moved from her chin to the top of her head, pushing her down gently. "A student shouldn't look their teacher in the eyes." Using their roles in life as their new roles in sex, was rather amusing. Putting her on her knees as he guided. He then pulled his own pants and boxers down, letting his hard cock slap her face as he held her with a hand.

"From this point forward, there will be some rules that you will have to follow, that we can go over but the first one is that your lips are for sucking my cock not for talking. You speak only when I tell you too, and you suck my cock whenever I gesture you to do so."

 

[videogamechick]

She was rather surprised to find herself being guided down to her knees, her face going even more bright red. For some reason she'd assumed that stripping naked would be as embarrassing and extreme as it was going to get; but she was totally wrong. When she felt the thick, heavy cock spring out and smack her across the cheek; her eyes bulged. This was seriously happening!

She listened to him as he laid out a quick set of ground rules, nodding her head to show that she understood. Her lower lip was trapped between her teeth as she chewed nervously, everything seeming to move so fast. It was a struggle to keep her eyes on the floor, not looking up to see what he was doing. Still, if she was going to show she could control herself; now was the time to do so.