Eliza’s new shop

Wrote this about a girl I used to fancy, hope it’s alright.

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“hey, Eliza, how’s it going?”

“ah, Tony, it’s good, I didn’t know you were in town?”

“yeah, I got back last Thursday..”

Tony and Eliza went back for years. They dated once when they were both at college but had since gone their separate ways, except now they were both standing in Eliza’s shop. They hadn’t ended on bad terms but they never really spoke about what happened between them.

Tony looked at Eliza; he was transported back to the first time they met. Her heavenly brunette curls hung gracefully over her shoulders. Her innocent smile and bubbling energy shined brightly throughout the store. In that moment nothing mattered except her.

Eliza looked at Tony; she thought about how their relationship had turned sour. She thought about the stress that she had gone through. But most importantly, she thought about how much she missed him. She’d dated other guys since Tony but none of them have been as memorable as Tony. She never truly forgot about him.

They stood in silence in Eliza’s new store, it was as if they were communicating telepathically.

A free use work place

I just started writing this with no particular direction in mind and this is what came out. Hope you enjoy!!

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In a society that views sexual intimacy as taboo, my workplace is like a safe haven. Every member of staff has to sign a document of consent meaning that everything is on the table, all of the time. It was like heaven. 

I walk into the reception to see Tracy dutifully perched behind her desk. She signs everyone in and out and maintains a high standard whenever she is working. I look to my right and see one of my workers, Sarah, with her legs spread in front of the I.T guy as he has his way with her. I head over to the lift and wait for the door to open. 

This routine was completely natural, I ran my business with a strict code of conduct. Everyone was free to do what they want to whoever they want, whenever they want. Despite the freedom I allowed my staff, i rarely indulged in the luxury myself. After all, one should not get high off his own supply. 

The teacher pt. 4 final part

This is the culmination of my piece, I’ve had a lot of fun writing it and exploring my kinks through the process. Hope you enjoy!!!

The teacher

Part 4

Today was my biggest endeavour in my quest to satisfy my lust. I had been building with desire all week. Ever since I had fucked Maisie in front of the class I needed more. I was going to get that today.

At the start of the class I let the students file in and I locked the door behind them. Maisie heard the all too familiar sound of the lock and began to panic. That sound had always meant that she was about to be violated, but how could that happen when everyone was here?

“Stephen Myers can you come to the front of the class please?”

A million thoughts raced across Maisie’s mind. She had wanted to fuck Stephen from the first time she had laid eyes on him. What was sir going to do to him? Why Stephen? This isn’t like sir. Maisie’s panic quickly dissolved into mild lust as she felt a wisp of arousal shoot through her body.

The teacher pt.3

This is driving me insane writing these, I never knew they could be so much fun. Hope you all enjoy!!!

The teacher

I knew I wanted to fuck Maisie bloom but It didn’t feel right. Every lesson I would call for her to stay behind but every time, I couldn’t bring myself to fuck her. I had done everything else to her. I had fingered her so many times that I lost count. Last week I gave her a remote controlled vibrator and told her to insert it during my class and every so often I would mess with her in lesson. It drove me mad with desire hearing her try to suppress her moans mid lesson. And that’s when today I made the decision to fuck her…

“Good morning class, today we’re going to be looking again at Pythagoras theory which I’m sure I don’t need to explain is a²+b²=c². Now if you open your textbooks books to page 134 and begin working through the exercises. We’ve been over it all before so I’m sure you’ll have no difficulty. Maisie, can you come to my desk please? I have something I need to discuss.”

The teacher pt.2

I liked the first part and decided to continue writing. I’m having so much fun. If you like it feel free to message me.

The teacher

The next weeks continued to get worse. I kept pushing the boundaries of what I could get away with. I didn’t ask Maisie to stay behind for a while, instead I started touching her in lessons whenever I could. 

Maisie’s desk was at the back of the classroom so it was easy to get away with things. Every so often, I would walk over to her desk, to act as if I was helping her with a maths problem I had just set. I’d sqaut beside her and begin to explain the problem “…to solve for x, you need to use the quadratic equation, this will leave with X which you can then plot against the graph. And since you know the gradient, you can then calculate the y integer.” All the while, my hand was reaching behind her, grabbing her plump ass. Or rubbing her dripping pussy, I sometimes even fingered her for fun. This went by for about a week, but today I wanted to have some more fun. 

The teacher

Classic I know, but I wanted to write something that turned me on and this is what I managed, please let me know your thoughts.

Teacher 

It was a day like any other. My students came into class, I gave a lecture, they left. It was the same cycle I’d lived for twenty years. And it was always the same mundane cycle, except for one detail, Maisie Bloom. She was an ‘a’ grade student, top of her class, but that’s not why she made my day better. Maisie was an angel. She was short but curvy, her thighs were like caramel, smooth and thick. Her breasts were barely contained by her button top. Her hair curly and brown, hung down over her shoulders, perfectly framing her angelic innocent face. Her tan skin looked like silk. She was the most perfect person I’d ever seen. The only problem was that she was my pupil.

I’d taught her for years and she was about to graduate. Id always managed to control myself around her, no matter how short her skirt was. After all, it wasn’t worth risking my job over. But today I felt different….